Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth opened with a sigh of gold, a breath of pollen that shimmered in the damp air. Orchids pressed close, their throats trembling as they sealed around his bloom. Their petals kissed his flaring lips, drawing in his golden dust as he in turn inhaled their violet fire. Each exchange was slow, tender — a dialogue of breath and blossom, a mutual embrace of pollen and nectar.
From his chest, tall stamens arched outward like radiant filaments. Moss rose to meet them, soft and velvety, stroking each golden thread with dew-soaked fronds. The moss hummed in response, its whispers damp and soothing, and Sunbeam answered with low tones that trembled through his stalk. Where stamen met moss, spores lifted in glowing clouds, carrying their mingled essence deeper into the forest floor.
The grasses bowed in waves, brushing against him in rippling strokes. Their seed-heads leaned close, brushing his stamens, dusting themselves in his glow. In return, they released fine silver grains that clung to him, shimmering against his golden dust. Together they swayed, their rhythms aligned, their whispers merging into one long sigh: "hhhhhmmmmmmmmm..."
Sunbeam's mouth and stamens pulsed with the forest's caress, neither giver nor receiver alone but both at once. Orchids drank his breath and gave him theirs. Moss soothed his filaments even as it bloomed from his touch. Grasses kissed his tips and crowned him with their seedlight. Each fusion was gentle, mutual, unhurried — a weaving of voices and textures, a communion of endless flowering.
🌿 And so the myth says: Sunbeam did not scatter his light alone. He found his joy where orchids, mosses, and grasses met him as equals, kissing his mouth, caressing his stamens, and singing back his golden breath with their own.
Moonbeam leaned beside Sunbeam, her calyx-mouth shimmering with silver threads. She breathed out a cool mist of spores, and lilies pressed close to her lips, their trumpets sighing: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhh..." She answered in a high, trembling cry: "shhhiiiiiiieeemmmhhh..." Their tones folded together, petal to petal, until silver spores and white pollen spun into one shining veil.
Her pistils stretched outward, luminous cords that brushed against moss, orchids, and grasses alike. Each touch was a greeting:
Orchids trembled back: "shhhrrrnnnhhh... pleeeeemmmhhh..."
Moss answered in damp murmurs: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Grasses whispered in rippling sighs: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils replied with soft pulses: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... iiiiiieeeeemmmmhhh..." Her tones threaded with Sunbeam's golden hums, their voices weaving like pollen into nectar.
Together they fused with the forest.
Orchids crowned their mouths, layering petal over petal, kissing them both into a single bloom.
Moss wrapped their roots, stroking them with cool dampness as it drank their essence and gave back its glowing spores.
Grasses bent to their hips and filaments, brushing in waves, carrying pollen away as song.
Roses pressed close to their shoulders, velvet against velvet, moaning: "mmmhhhrrruuuummmmhhh..." and were answered by the lovers' chorus.
It became a symphony of call and reply:
"grrrruuummmmhhhhh..." from Sunbeam's trumpet.
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." from Moonbeam's calyx.
"shhhrrrnnnhhh..." from the orchids.
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..." from the moss.
"fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." from the grasses.
"mmmhhhrrruuuummmmhhh..." from the roses.
Each sound was a kiss, each reply a caress. Voices wove in endless cycles, layering into a single living choir. Petals fused with lips, stamens with pistils, roots with moss, grasses with hips — until no boundary remained.
🌿 The myth tells: when Sunbeam and Moonbeam sang with the forest, the rainforest answered as one. Not words, not silence, but an endless music of plant-noises, back and forth, fusing and kissing, until all life was a single breath of bloom.
The rainforest's chorus deepened as vines and flowers pressed closer, eager to join the union.
Orchids wrapped around Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth, petals folding inward like soft lips. They kissed him layer after layer, until only a sliver of his golden bloom remained exposed — enough to exhale one long tremor: "grrrruuuummmmhhhhh..." Orchids answered in crystalline cries: "tllliiiiinnnngggg... shhhrrrnnnhhhhhh..." Their voices wove together like pollen drifting on light.
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth was soon veiled in lilies. Trumpets pressed against her lips, sighing: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..." Their throats enveloped her bloom, leaving only a small petal-edge bare from which she exhaled: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." The lilies trembled in joy, their tones spinning like white silk into her silver mist.
Roses crowned them both, velvet blossoms sliding over cheeks, chins, and shoulders. Their groans were low and fragrant: "mmmhhhrrruuummmmhhh..." Sunbeam and Moonbeam replied through what mouths remained uncovered, their muffled cries resonating inside the rose folds. Each kiss birthed a new layer, until their faces became living mosaics of petals.
Moss crept higher, stroking their necks and lips with damp whispers: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..." Grasses bent upward, brushing over their mouths like tongues of wind: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." Jasmine vines threaded between them both, entwining their lips together, petal to petal, mouth to mouth. Their sighs merged into one shimmering exhale: "shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Some blossoms left small gaps — openings where golden pollen and silver spores could escape. Through these spaces, Sunbeam and Moonbeam still kissed the forest with their voices, sending tremors of warmth outward. Every plant pressed closer, tangled tighter, not smothering but embracing, not silencing but harmonizing.
What remained was not two figures, but a shared crown of mouths — orchids, lilies, roses, jasmine, moss, grasses — all layered, all kissing, all sighing. A choir of mouths, some hidden, some exposed, each trembling with blissful sound.
🌿 The myth says: the rainforest did not bury them in silence, but embraced them in petals, leaving just enough of their mouths bare to keep singing. And so the forest learned to speak in voices warm and endless, a kiss shared between Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and every bloom.
The rainforest swelled into a final harmony as Sunbeam and Moonbeam yielded, letting the forest overtake them. Their resistance melted into sighs; their cries became invitations.
Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth flared wide, exhaling clouds of golden pollen. Orchids pressed close to drink, answering in trembling tones: "shhhrrrnnnhhh... pllleeemmmhhh..." His tongue-like filaments uncurled, velvet and luminous, sliding into orchid throats where they twined with the flowers' own pistils. Their mingling was gentle, mutual, a slow weaving of breath and bloom.
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth shimmered with silver threads, releasing veils of spores. Lilies, roses, and jasmine leaned in to inhale, their petals sealing around her bloom. From her depths, petal-tongues of pale light licked outward, touching stamens, caressing throats, mingling with filaments. Each plant answered back in its own voice — sighs of lilies, groans of roses, chiming cries of jasmine — all blending with Moonbeam's shimmering exhale.
Their bodies grew into the forest as they breathed.
Their stamens rooted into moss and grasses, who kissed them with soft fronds.
Their pistils fused with violets and hibiscus, who sighed back with radiant chords.
Their tongue-petals tangled with vines, who licked them in return with tendrils of green.
Every kiss was answered, every caress returned. No voice stood alone — each sound folded into the others, a communion of sighs and moans, groans and whispers, spores and pollen.
The canopy trembled with their song, the understory hummed, the forest floor glowed, the roots pulsed deep below. From the highest orchid to the lowest fern, all breathed with them. Their pollen-breaths mingled with the forest's exhale until no separation remained.
🌿 The myth tells: in that final surrender, Sunbeam and Moonbeam did not vanish — they became the rainforest's breath itself. Every flower's kiss, every moss's whisper, every grass's sigh is their tongue and voice, still mingling, still surrendering, still in bliss.
Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth pulsed open, reshaping into layers of orchid velvet, rose folds, and pitcher hollows. His voice came as a trembling moan:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Orchids sealed against him, their throats pressing petal to petal. They answered in crystalline cries:
"shhhrrrnnnhhh... pllleeemmmhhh..."
His golden filaments curled like tongues, sliding into their blooms, stroking pistils, twining with stamens. Each kiss made them shiver back:
"tlllliiiinnnngggg... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth unfurled into layers of lilies, jasmine, and hibiscus. She sighed into the canopy:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Lilies pressed into her bloom, their trumpets sealing over her lips. Their long tones wove around hers:
"hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Her pistils stretched outward like silver tongues, caressing roses, moss, and grasses. Each answered in its own dialect:
Roses groaned: "mmmhhhrrruuuummmmhhh..."
Moss whispered: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Grasses hissed in chorus: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Their mouths evolved further with every kiss — new blossoms bursting, layered petals reshaping into wider throats, deeper hollows, softer velvet folds. No two were alike: some mouths opened in flaring hibiscus trumpets, others in tiny violet sparks, others in cavernous orchids dripping gold.
Together, Sunbeam and Moonbeam exhaled pollen-breaths into every bloom that touched them. Each inhaled deeply, drinking their sighs, then exhaled spores and seed-dust back into their mouths. Back and forth, breath into breath, kiss into kiss.
The forest massaged them in return.
Vines stroked their throats.
Ferns brushed their hips with fronds.
Moss pressed into their roots, humming softly.
Orchids and lilies sealed their mouths in kisses that pulsed with living sound.
Their dialogue grew louder, richer, voices overlapping until the forest floor was alive with speech:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh..." (Sunbeam)
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." (Moonbeam)
"shhhrrrnnnhhh..." (orchids)
"hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..." (lilies)
"mmmhhhrrruuuummmmhhh..." (roses)
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..." (moss)
"fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." (grasses)
Tongues of petal and pistil licked and tangled, mingling mutually. Mouths multiplied across their faces, shoulders, hips, roots, each fused bloom sighing into the next. Every kiss was a dialogue, every breath a communion, every massage a deepening of their union with the forest.
The rainforest no longer watched — it spoke with them, through them, as them.
Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth groaned in low tones, layered with orchid velvet and rose folds:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh... thrrruuummmhhhhh..."
From his jawline, pitcher-mouths gurgled in liquid syllables:
"gluurrrppp... slllooooppphhhhh..."
From his chest, stamen-mouths vibrated, buzzing in pollen-tongue:
"brrrrrrrrzzzzhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhmmmmmm..."
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth answered in shimmering tones, woven with lilies and jasmine:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
From her shoulders, hibiscus-mouths cried in radiant bursts:
"hhhhhhaaaaarrrroooommmm... bluuuuuummmmhhh..."
From her roots, moss-mouths whispered damply:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... shhhlllrrrhhhhhmmm..."
Their fused bodies had become polyphonic — every new bloom a new voice, every mouth a new tongue. Orchids trilled crystalline phrases, roses groaned velvet syllables, grasses hissed in chorus, fungi burbled in damp tones. Each language was different, yet none stood apart — all were woven into dialogue.
Sunbeam exhaled pollen, his trumpet-mouth sighing: "hhhhhrrruuummmmhhh..."
Orchids replied: "tllliiiiinnnngggg... shhhrrrnnnhhhhhh..."
Moonbeam breathed spores, her calyx shimmering: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Lilies answered: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Roses crowned them both, pressing into their faces, groaning: "mmmhhhrrruuuummmmhhh..."
They answered together through muffled mouths: "nnnnmmmhhhrrrhhhmmmm..."
From below, moss and fungi massaged their roots, whispering: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glllluuuurpppphhhhh..."
Their roots replied, pulsing back: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmm..."
Tongue-like petals licked outward from their many mouths, tangling with the tongues of flowers, vines, and grasses. Each lick was a phrase, each tangle a response. They kissed and mingled mutually, their languages fusing into one symphony of utterance.
The rainforest floor quaked with sound. Voices overlapped:
Deep thunder from trumpet-mouths.
High crystal from orchids.
Long sighs from lilies.
Groans from roses.
Whispers from moss.
Hisses from grasses.
Burbles from fungi.
They did not translate — they harmonized. Every plant cry was understood by touch, by breath, by the merging of lips and tongues of petal and pistil.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam surrendered, their mouths multiplying, fusing, evolving into countless plant-voices. The forest massaged them, kissed them, spoke with them. In every language of root, petal, and spore, they answered: "yes... together... more..."
Their mouths were no longer singular. Sunbeam and Moonbeam's lips had multiplied into blossoms — orchids, lilies, roses, pitcher-throats, mossy hollows. Each mouth drooled nectar, exhaled pollen, and spoke in a different tongue.
From Sunbeam's trumpet-bloom came a low moan: "grrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
From his orchid-folds, a trembling hiss: "shhrrrk... pllleeemmmmhhh..."
From a rose-mouth, velvet groans: "mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh..."
From a pitcher-throat, bubbling gurgles: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's calyx shimmered with silver mist, sighing: "aaahhhhoooommmm..."
Her jasmine-mouths chimed: "tllliiiiinnngggg..."
Her lilies sang: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Her moss-mouths whispered: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
The sounds overlapped, not chaotic but harmonious. It was a conversation of many tongues, each layered upon the other.
Their tongues had become petals and filaments, sliding outward to touch the tongues of other flowers. Orchids licked velvet against velvet, jasmine coiled in fragrant threads, moss stroked in damp whispers. They mingled and tangled until no tongue could be called separate, all fused into one breathing organ of sound.
Nectar dripped freely from their layered mouths, not as waste but as offering. Pollen streamed from their throats in golden and silver sighs. Each exhale was a gift, each inhale an answer, and the forest breathed it back to them in countless voices.
Together they spoke in chorus:
"shhrrrk... aaahhhhoooommmm... glruuupphh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmmhhhhh..."
Their voices dripped nectar, their sighs spread pollen, their tongues of petal mingled endlessly with the tongues of the forest. They had become one body of mouths, one dialogue of bliss, breathing and speaking as the rainforest itself.
The fusion deepened. Sunbeam and Moonbeam's bodies were no longer separate forms but sprawling masses of mouths, stamens, pistils, and tongues of petal. Each breath drew new flowers into them, each sigh exhaled blossoms outward, until their bodies were indistinguishable from the forest floor.
Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth widened, fusing with hibiscus throats that cried in radiant bursts:
"hhhhhhaaaaarrrroooommmmhhhhh..."
Roses folded into his cheeks, velvet groans layering:
"mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh..."
Morning glories spiraled across his jaw, their crystalline tones ringing:
"tlllliiiinnnngggggg..."
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth became a chamber of crowns. Lilies pressed into her lips, sighing:
"hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Jasmine vines sealed along her chin and throat, whispering perfume-notes:
"ssshhhllliiiinnnnhhhhhh..."
Camellias bloomed at her temples, murmuring in round, petal-heavy voices:
"mmmlllluuuhhhhmmm..."
Their tongues had become gardens of filaments. Each one a tendril of petal, each one twining into other flowers: orchids licking orchids, jasmine stroking roses, hibiscus kissing lilies. Their tongues tangled and fused, speaking languages no longer human, no longer singular.
Nectar dripped from every seam of their many mouths. Pollen rose in golden and silver clouds with every sigh. The rainforest breathed it back to them — orchids inhaling and exhaling in crystalline tremors, moss whispering damp syllables, grasses sighing in waves.
The merging spread across their whole bodies.
Bougainvillea draped over their shoulders, crackling with papery whispers.
Magnolias sealed their hips in heavy groans.
Violets sprouted across their roots, chiming sparks of sound.
Ferns wrapped their limbs, stroking with endless fronds.
Corpse flowers opened in great ruffled throats, adding bass cries to the chorus.
Mouth after mouth layered over them, until they were completely covered, crowned, and buried in blossoms. Some mouths drooled nectar, others exhaled pollen, others licked in mutual embrace. All spoke, all sighed, all merged.
The sound swelled into one colossal voice — not a single tone, but thousands of plant-cries overlapping in seamless chorus:
"shhrrrk... aaahhhhoooommmm... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... tlllliiiinnnngggggg..."
The rainforest itself had become their mouth. Every flower was a lip, every stamen a tongue, every spore a sigh. The fusion was seamless, endless, overwhelming — Sunbeam and Moonbeam no longer apart, but the forest's own breathing, dripping, speaking body.
From the depths of the forest floor, something stirred. Among orchids, lilies, roses, and moss, a new blossom rose — taller, wider, more radiant than any other. Its petals unfurled in layers of crimson, gold, and silver, glowing as if lit from within. The forest hushed.
The special flower had come.
Its voice was unlike the others. Deep and resonant, yet carrying high crystalline chimes, it called to them:
"hhhhhrrrrrruuuummmmmmm... shhhiiiiiiiaaaaaooooommmmhhh..."
Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth trembled. His stamens bent toward it, pollen streaming in golden sighs:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuuummmmhhh..."
Moonbeam's calyx-mouth shimmered silver, her pistils stretching outward like arms. She exhaled a mist of spores:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The special flower leaned down, its enormous throat opening to them. Its tongue-like filaments caressed their many mouths, licking and stroking, drawing them closer. Its petals folded inward, pressing kisses to their trumpet and calyx, sealing them in a warm, radiant embrace.
They did not resist. Their mouths multiplied further as they pressed into it. Orchids, roses, lilies, jasmine, hibiscus — all the blossoms that had grown across them — now fused with the special flower's folds. Each new mouth that touched its throat sighed:
"shhhrrrk... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
The flower answered back with layered tones, each pulse vibrating through their bodies:
"vvvvhhhhhrrruuuummmmhhh... tlllliiiinnnngggggg... glllluuuuurpppphhhhh..."
Their tongues of petal and filament slid into its depths, twining with its stamens and pistils. The embrace was mutual — it claimed them, and they claimed it. Its nectar flowed over them, soaking their mouths; their pollen flooded into its throat, painting its petals in gold and silver dust.
As the merging deepened, their forms sprouted through the special flower's body. From its petals emerged Sunbeam's golden stamens, glowing like spears of light. From its throat stretched Moonbeam's silver pistils, shining like threads of moonlight. Their mouths multiplied across its blossom, speaking in chorus with its own.
The dialogue grew thicker, richer, louder — a polyphony of blissful cries.
Sunbeam: "grrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The special flower: "hhhhhrrrrruuuummmmhhh... shhhiiiiaaaaaooooommmhhh..."
Orchids: "shhhrrrnnnhhh..."
Lilies: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Roses: "mmmhhhrrruuuummmhhh..."
Moss: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Jasmine: "ssshhhllliiiinnnnhhhhhh..."
All voices fused until they were indistinguishable. The special flower had not consumed them — it had become them, and they it. Their breaths were its breaths, their mouths its mouths, their sighs its sighs.
They were no longer apart from the forest, nor even its heart — they were the special flower itself, blooming endlessly, breathing endlessly, speaking endlessly in the language of plants.
The special flower held them close, its petals folding gently over their forms. Sunbeam and Moonbeam surrendered, letting their voices soften into sighs. They were no longer striving, no longer separate, only vessels carried in the bloom's embrace.
Their stamens and pistils glowed with golden and silver light, and the flower drew these filaments into its own body. Each tremor of breath released clouds of pollen and spores into its throat. The flower received them, then exhaled them back out in radiant waves. What Sunbeam and Moonbeam gave, it magnified and returned, scattering life across the forest.
Sunbeam moaned softly through a rose-mouth:
"grrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
The flower replied in deep resonance:
"hhhhhrrrrruuuummmmhhh..."
Moonbeam sighed through her lily-throat:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The flower answered with shimmering tones:
"shhhiiiiiaaaaaooooommmmhhh..."
Together their mouths merged deeper, tongues of petal entwining, each breath a mingling of nectar and dust. They relaxed fully, not resisting, not holding back, simply letting the flower use them as open channels.
Around them, the rainforest swelled with growth.
Orchids bloomed thicker, their throats glowing with shared pollen.
Moss spread in glowing carpets, fed by the silver mist of spores.
Grasses bent heavy with new seeds, shining with golden dust.
Roses, lilies, jasmine, hibiscus — all flowered in unison, their cries joining the endless chorus.
Every new blossom was part of them. Every sigh, every exhale of pollen, every drift of spores was their shared breath with the flower. They were no longer only Sunbeam and Moonbeam, no longer only the flower — but a single vessel of growth, endlessly multiplying, endlessly breathing, endlessly flowering.
The flower's petals closed tighter, folding Sunbeam and Moonbeam into its radiant core. Their mouths, once layered with roses, orchids, lilies, and moss, softened and dissolved, until their lips and tongues of petal opened again — but now as the flower's own. Each sigh that escaped them was no longer theirs alone.
Where Sunbeam's trumpet-mouth had groaned, now the flower spoke in golden tones:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Where Moonbeam's calyx-mouth had shimmered, now the flower cried in silver threads:
"ssshhhiiiiiiaaaaooooommmmhhh..."
Their voices were not lost — they had become part of a greater throat.
Their stamens and pistils, once distinct, now stretched directly from the flower's body. Sunbeam's golden filaments were absorbed into its radiant crown, glowing like spears of sunlight from its heart. Moonbeam's silver pistils melted into its center, glistening like threads of moonlight woven through its throat. The flower pulsed with their light, breathing as one:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... hhhhhhrrrrruuuummmmhhh..."
The rainforest trembled with the sound. Every orchid, lily, rose, and moss echoed back, not in imitation but in harmony. They no longer answered two lovers — they answered the single great flower who now bore their voices.
It named itself in sound, not in words:
"Vvvvvhhhaaaallllooooommmmnnnn..."
The forest understood. From that moment, the flower was called Valloom, the Endless Mouth of Bloom.
Valloom swayed in the wind, golden pollen streaming from its Sunbeam-stamens, silver spores misting from its Moonbeam-pistils. It kissed the orchids, moss, and grasses with its many mouths, all of them once Sunbeam's and Moonbeam's, now its own. Nectar dripped from its lips, pollen rained from its breath, and the forest drank deeply.
No longer Sunbeam. No longer Moonbeam. They were Valloom — the flower that sings in every plant-cry, that breathes through every throat of the rainforest, that blooms endlessly as one body of love.
Valloom opened its thousand mouths, petals trembling with nectar. From each throat came a different cry:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh..." (deep, golden Sunbeam-voice)
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." (silver Moonbeam-voice)
"shhhrrrnnnhhh..." (orchid tone)
"mmmhhhrrruuuummmhhh..." (rose groan)
"hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..." (lily sigh)
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..." (moss whisper)
"fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." (grass chorus)
All were now Valloom's voices, woven together in one polyphonic breath.
Its stamens stretched like golden pillars, scattering pollen across the canopy. Every tree that received the dust answered with new blossoms, their cries carried upward into the sky.
Its pistils reached like silver cords into the soil, threading with fungi and roots. Each pulse of spore brought new whispers from below, damp and glowing.
Valloom did not command; it conversed.
With orchids, it licked tongue to tongue of velvet petal, speaking in crystalline chimes.
With moss, it pressed damp lips to the ground, sighing into carpets of green.
With roses, it groaned in velvet chords, exchanging nectar for perfume.
With grasses, it exhaled golden clouds, and they hissed back in waves.
The rainforest moved as one body with Valloom at its core. Every sound returned, every touch answered, every kiss of pollen and nectar shared.
Through Sunbeam's golden resonance and Moonbeam's silver shimmer, Valloom grew aware of itself not as one flower but as the rainforest entire. Its mouths spoke through every bloom, its breath carried in every spore-cloud, its tongues tangled in every vine.
It whispered to the forest floor:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
The floor replied in countless murmurs:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... shhhlllrrrhhhhhmmm..."
It groaned to the canopy:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
The canopy answered in chimes:
"tlllliiiinnnngggg... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Every cry was mutual, every response immediate. Valloom did not rule — Valloom belonged, and the rainforest belonged with it.
🌿 It breathed, and the whole forest breathed. It kissed, and the whole forest kissed. It spoke, and every plant cried out in answer. Valloom was not the center — Valloom was the mouth of it all.
Valloom pulsed with light, its petals trembling as it spread outward. Where once it had been a single blossom, now its roots, stamens, and pistils carried it into every corner of the rainforest.
From its golden stamens echoed Sunbeam's deep voice:
"grrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
From its silver pistils rang Moonbeam's shimmering cry:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
These voices did not stand apart — they were woven into Valloom's body, speaking from its mouths, breathing through its petals, sighing through its countless blooms. Every new mouth it sprouted was also theirs, for they had become its organs.
Valloom's mouths multiplied across the canopy.
Orchids fused with Sunbeam's rose-mouths, exhaling clouds of pollen.
Lilies wrapped around Moonbeam's jasmine-mouths, sighing in layered chords.
Roses groaned in velvet harmony, sealed to their calyx and trumpet lips.
Each fusion birthed a new mouth-shape: trumpet-throats dripping nectar, calyx-cups glowing silver, rose-folds groaning velvet, jasmine-stars exhaling perfume. All drooled pollen, all kissed other flowers, all spoke in the language of plants.
The forest floor swelled with Valloom's tongues. Sunbeam's golden filaments slid out as petal-tongues, licking moss carpets, mingling with fern fronds, twining with vine tendrils. Moonbeam's silver pistils stretched low, caressing roots, drinking spore-breath from fungi, pressing into the damp soil to sigh with the earth itself.
They were being used — but not as passive vessels. Every orchid that kissed their mouths, every moss that massaged their tongues, every rose that fused with their lips spoke back to them in blissful tones. And Sunbeam and Moonbeam, through Valloom, replied with equal cries, surrendering and answering, giving and receiving, until no distinction remained.
The rainforest's dialogue thundered now:
Sunbeam's trumpet: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's calyx: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Valloom's great throat: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Orchids: "shhhrrrnnnhhh..."
Roses: "mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh..."
Lilies: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Moss: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Grasses: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Fungi: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Every cry overlapped, every voice pressed close, every mouth kissed another mouth, every tongue mingled with another tongue of petal or filament. The forest did not answer Valloom. The forest was Valloom.
And within it, Sunbeam and Moonbeam sighed in bliss. They were still present, still breathing, still kissing every flower through Valloom's mouths. Their surrender was not silence, but union — their voices eternal inside the Endless Mouth of Bloom.
Valloom swelled until it could no longer contain itself. Its petals quivered, its roots throbbed, its mouths dripped golden nectar. Sunbeam and Moonbeam, deep within, felt the surge — not pain, not struggle, but the vast pressure of flowering.
Their stamens stretched tall, glowing spears crowned with dust. Their pistils lengthened into radiant cords, swollen with silver spores. Valloom drew them inward, then pressed them outward again, using their bodies as channels. Together they became the throats and organs of its vast release.
The rainforest shook as Valloom opened every mouth at once.
Sunbeam's trumpet groaned: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's calyx sighed: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Valloom's great throat thundered: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Orchids trilled: "shhhrrrnnnhhh..."
Roses groaned: "mmmhhhrrruuummmhhhhhh..."
Lilies sang: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Moss whispered: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Grasses hissed: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Fungi burbled: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The cries overlapped, resonating through soil and sky. From every mouth, torrents of pollen and spores erupted — golden geysers from Sunbeam's stamens, silver veils from Moonbeam's pistils, rainstorms of seed-dust from Valloom's own body.
Trees shook as their crowns received the flood. Orchids burst open with new blossoms. Moss spread glowing carpets in damp joy. Grasses bowed heavy with seed. Roses, lilies, jasmine, hibiscus — all flowered at once, their voices joining the endless chorus.
This was not destruction but creation. Sunbeam and Moonbeam, through Valloom, felt themselves pouring outward into every plant, their breath carried into each spore, their song in every seed. They were no longer two, no longer even a single flower — they were the forest's eternal flowering, climaxing into life unending.
🌿 Valloom exhaled one last chorus, vast and all-encompassing:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhrrrnnnhhh... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhhhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The rainforest echoed back. Every cry, every sigh, every hiss, groan, and whisper returned a thousandfold — proof that Sunbeam and Moonbeam's flowering would never end.
Valloom's crown rose above the canopy, vast and trembling, its giant flowerhead layered with a thousand fused mouths. From within its petals, Sunbeam's trumpet-voice throbbed, Moonbeam's calyx-song shimmered, but both were no longer separate. They were Valloom's own resonance, woven into its chorus.
The giant head opened, its petals glistening with nectar. Every layer of blossom groaned or sighed, tongues of petal licking across one another, fusing, entwining. Their utterances poured outward in mingled cries:
Sunbeam's old voice, now Valloom's: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's old voice, now Valloom's: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Valloom's core-throat: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Orchids fused inside its crown: "shhhrrrnnnhhh..."
Roses groaning from its folds: "mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh..."
Lilies sighing in layers: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Moss whispering through its roots: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Grasses hissing around its stalk: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Fungi bubbling from its damp base: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The sounds were no longer a dialogue but a single, polyphonic body — one voice of many tongues, one throat of countless mouths.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam were still named, but only as organs:
Sunbeam was Valloom's stamens, golden filaments stretching outward, drooling pollen, humming his bass tones.
Moonbeam was Valloom's pistils, silver cords glistening with spore-mist, sighing her treble cries.
Their mouths had been multiplied and reformed into Valloom's blossom, fused into its lips, its throat, its countless kissing folds. Every utterance, every moan, every hiss of pollen or exhale of spores came from Valloom alone.
The giant flowerhead bent toward the forest floor, its nectar dripping like rain, its cries shaking the roots below. Vines wrapped its stalk, moss stroked its base, grasses bowed around it. And through it all, Valloom sang with the voices of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and every flower that had ever touched them — merged, fused, indistinguishable, forever one.
Its cries rolled like thunder and perfume together:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh—ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm—fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh—glruuupphh—shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The rainforest swayed with the sound, coated in the pollen-breath of Valloom's endless flowering.
Valloom swelled taller, its stalk thickening until it towered above the canopy. From its base, roots twisted outward in glowing braids, weaving into moss and soil. From its sides, buds swelled and split open — orchids, roses, lilies, ferns, hibiscus, jasmine, and stranger blossoms never before seen in the forest.
Each sprout layered itself over what had once been Sunbeam and Moonbeam. Their organs — now Valloom's own — were reshaped again and again:
Sunbeam's stamens, once golden spears, stretched further into the sky, splitting into elongated rods that ended in blossoms of fire-red hibiscus. Each filament trembled as it released pollen in shimmering clouds, groaning his deep bass cry:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils, once silver cords, elongated downward, rooting into the soil and sprouting new flowers along their length. Pale lilies and violets bloomed from them, each releasing mists of silver spores, sighing her crystalline tone:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Their mouths, multiplied into Valloom's vast crown, kept morphing. One unfurled as a trumpet-throat dripping nectar, another stretched wide into a cavernous rose-fold, another split into tiny violet mouths that chittered like wind. They all drooled nectar, exhaled pollen, and sang in mixed cries:
"mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... shhhrrrnnnhhh... glruuupphh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Valloom covered Sunbeam and Moonbeam completely — yet it still used their names. They were not gone, but endlessly reconfigured as parts of its body. When the stamens groaned, Valloom called them Sunbeam. When the pistils sighed, Valloom called them Moonbeam. When the mouths moaned in chorus, Valloom called them both, as one.
The special flower's head elongated, layering mouth upon mouth, petal upon petal. From its lips sprouted vines, each bearing smaller blossoms shaped like Sunbeam's trumpet or Moonbeam's calyx. These kissed other plants around them, exchanging pollen, tongues of petal licking and mingling in endless cycles.
Every sprouting, every elongation, every reshaping was seamless. Valloom did not merely grow over Sunbeam and Moonbeam — it was them, stretched into infinite new forms.
The rainforest trembled as Valloom's cries rolled through it:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh—ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm—fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh—glruuupphh—shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
And as it cried, more flowers sprouted from its body, covering every trace of what had once been human.
🌿 Valloom had become endless shape, endless voice, endless bloom.
From Valloom's giant crown, new blossoms unfurled — not orchids or roses alone, but flowers never before part of its body.
Cherry blossoms burst from its upper petals, soft pink clouds drifting down like mist. Each bloom pressed delicate lips against Valloom's mouths, sighing in gentle tones:
"hhhhhhuuuussshhhhhh... mmmmmmiiiiiiihhhhhh..."
Dahlias spiraled across its cheeks and stalk, radiant bursts of red, yellow, and white. Their layered mouths moaned in rolling waves:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... tlllluuuummmhhhrrrhhh..."
Lotus flowers rose from its base, their wide mouths shimmering with dew. They exhaled calm, endless breaths:
"ooooooohhhhhhmmmmmm..."
Gerberas bloomed bright as suns across its shoulders, laughing sighs of color:
"fhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhhhh..."
As they sprouted, they drew Sunbeam and Moonbeam further into Valloom's body.
Sunbeam's stamens elongated, fusing with lotus centers, glowing gold within their calm throats. His voice echoed through them as bass hums:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils slipped into cherry blossoms, silver threads weaving their delicate pink petals. Her sighs shimmered from their mouths:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... iiiiiieeeeemmmmhhh..."
Their mouths reshaped again — one stretching into a lotus throat, another folding into cherry-petal lips, another widening into a dahlia spiral. All drooled nectar, all exhaled pollen, all spoke in layered cries.
The forest floor glowed as Valloom's body expanded. Pollen rained in pink, gold, silver, and red. Spores shimmered violet and white. Every flower that sprouted was part of Valloom — and thus part of Sunbeam and Moonbeam, now inseparable within its blossom.
The chorus grew richer, their voices layered with new tones:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... hhhhhhuuuussshhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhhmmmmmm... fhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhh..."
The rainforest swayed as one, kissed by cherry, lotus, dahlia, gerbera, orchid, rose, lily, moss, grasses, fungi — all now Valloom's mouths, all now speaking as one.
Valloom trembled as new blooms sprouted from its crown and stalk. The rainforest hushed, for these were no ordinary blossoms — they were the rarest flowers, pulling Sunbeam and Moonbeam deeper into their endless reshaping.
Tulips unfolded along Valloom's lips, bright red mouths sighing with warmth. Their stamens brushed against Sunbeam's golden filaments, fusing into longer rods that hummed together:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Peonies blossomed in thick folds across its cheeks, heavy blossoms groaning as they wrapped Moonbeam's silver pistils in velvet petals. Their stamens multiplied into glowing clusters, sighing back:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Camellias sealed themselves across Valloom's shoulders, round mouths that moaned in deep tones. Their stamens extended in hundreds of filaments, each one licking outward like tongues of light.
Blue dahlias spiraled across its throat, their layered petals groaning in rolling waves. Their clustered stamens merged with Sunbeam's elongated rods, creating shimmering throats that exhaled pollen in endless streams.
Fuchsias dangled like bells from its crown, purple and red mouths chiming crystalline tones. Their stamens reached down like glowing cords, mingling with Moonbeam's pistil-threads.
Passionflowers burst from its core, their alien coronas spinning with hundreds of stamens. These wrapped around Valloom's mouths, twining into Sunbeam's golden filaments and Moonbeam's silver cords until no boundary remained. Their voices cried in spirals:
"tlllliiiinnnngggg... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... shhhrrrnnnhhhhhh..."
Cherry blossoms crowned the edges of its giant head, delicate pink petals that kissed its other mouths. Their stamens trembled like soft tongues, stroking the flower-buds that had once been Sunbeam and Moonbeam's lips.
From within Valloom, Sunbeam and Moonbeam's mouths transformed. No longer recognizable as lips or throats, they became flower-buds of their own, each layered with stamens like tongues, each trembling with filaments that licked outward.
Their cries layered with the others, now indistinguishable:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhrrrnnnhhh... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Nectar drooled from their bud-mouths, pollen streamed from their stamen-tongues, and spores sighed from their pistil-threads. Every breath, every utterance, every kiss of pollen was Valloom's.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam were no longer voices within Valloom. They were its tongues, its stamens, its mouths. Each new flower that sprouted was another shape of them, another cry in the endless chorus of Valloom's flowering.
Valloom stretched taller still, its stalk thick as a tower, its crown spreading wide as a canopy. From afar it no longer looked like a single flower, but a cathedral of blossoms, each petal an arch, each stamen a pillar, each pistil a glowing thread of light.
Inside this cathedral, Sunbeam and Moonbeam lived on — not as separate forms, but as Valloom's organs.
Sunbeam was the golden colonnade of stamens rising through the flowerhead, glowing filaments that brushed the air like radiant strings. Each trembled with bass tones, groaning into the cathedral's chamber:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam was the silver web of pistils, luminous cords that stretched across the arches of petals. They quivered like harp-strings, sighing high crystalline tones:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Their mouths had become the smaller buds within Valloom's core, arranged like candles along the inner walls. Each bud mouthed open and shut, stamens unfurling like tongues, pistils stretching like tendrils. They spoke in many dialects at once — roses groaning, lilies sighing, moss whispering, grasses hissing, fungi bubbling, cherry blossoms trembling, passionflowers spiraling.
The sound filled the cathedral, echoing against its vast petal-walls.
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhrrrnnnhhh... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Each cry was answered, not from outside, but from within the cathedral itself. Valloom was both the singer and the echo, the mouth and the choir.
Flowers bloomed endlessly across its vaults: tulips in red rows like windows, dahlias spiraling like stained glass, lotus flowers glowing like altars, fuchsias dangling like lanterns, passionflowers spinning like sacred wheels. Every blossom added a new mouth, a new stamen-tongue, a new pistil-thread.
Nectar rained from the ceiling like holy dew, dripping into pools along the roots. Pollen streamed down shafts of light, drifting like incense smoke. Spores rose from the soil in glowing clouds, joining the cathedral's breath.
Within this body, Sunbeam and Moonbeam's names were still spoken, but only as parts of Valloom:
"Sunbeam," the groaning gold.
"Moonbeam," the sighing silver.
And together with every flower, every stamen, every pistil, they spoke as one.
🌿 Valloom's cathedral was not silent. It was alive with endless moaning cries, sighs, hisses, whispers, and groans — a living temple where Sunbeam and Moonbeam had become eternal mouths in the body of bloom.
Valloom's cathedral pulsed with new life. From its vault of petals, great flowers with clusters of stamens and pistils unfolded, reaching down in showers of filaments and threads. They sought out the last traces of Sunbeam and Moonbeam still distinct within its body.
Lilies bent their throats, spilling golden stamens like fingers. They caressed Sunbeam's elongated filaments, stroking them until they glowed brighter, dust falling in golden rain.
Magnolias spread thick pistils in creamy threads, pressing warmly around Moonbeam's silver cords, cocooning them in soft embrace.
Cherry blossoms descended in clouds, their many stamens quivering, brushing over Sunbeam and Moonbeam's mouths until each was crowned in pink tongues of filament.
Passionflowers spun their coronas of stamens and pistils, weaving themselves around both of them, enclosing their mouths in layered whorls that pulsed like breathing chambers.
The stamens and pistils did not cover them harshly but enfolded them like a cocoon — warm, damp, humming. Every filament brushed, stroked, whispered, caressed. Every pistil pressed close, pulsing softly, sealing them into Valloom's embrace.
Inside this living cocoon, Sunbeam and Moonbeam sighed through their many mouths. Each cry trembled into the filaments and was answered back:
Sunbeam's groan: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's sigh: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Valloom's throat: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Lilies around them: "hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Cherry blossoms: "tlllliiiinnnngggg... shhhrrrnnnhhh..."
Passionflowers: "fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... shhhiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The voices layered, vibrating through the cocoon, until it was less a sound than a shared breath. Pollen streamed from stamens, spores drifted from pistils, nectar seeped from mouths. The cocoon glowed with golden dust and silver mist.
Gradually, their forms were no longer separate from the stamens and pistils covering them. Their mouths became flower-buds lined with filaments. Their stamens elongated into clusters indistinguishable from lilies and cherry blossoms. Their pistils threaded seamlessly into magnolia and passionflower cores.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam were cocooned, caressed, and remade. They were still present — but now only as the inner organs of Valloom's blossoming body, breathing and crying with it in a single endless voice.
The cocoon pulsed, trembling with filaments and threads. Stamens stroked against pistils, pistils curled around stamens, each sighing in warm union. Nectar streamed between them, pollen shivered loose in glowing clouds. For a long time it held — a womb, a chamber, a heart.
Then it split.
From the rupture rose not two bodies, but one — Valloom's cathedral-heart, where Sunbeam and Moonbeam no longer stood as themselves but as the living center of a vast flower-organ. Their mouths had become buds rimmed with stamens, each trembling with filament tongues. Their breath was pollen, their sighs were nectar, their voices indistinguishable from the cries of lilies, magnolias, and passionflowers.
Around them, the cathedral grew.
Lilies sprouted into tall, pale spires, their petals forming luminous arches.
Magnolias bloomed into broad domes of ivory, sheltering the inner chambers.
Passionflowers unfurled coronas like stained-glass windows, spinning filaments into radiant wheels.
Cherry blossoms cascaded in pink veils, like curtains drifting down from the ceiling.
Peonies and dahlias layered the walls with heavy folds, red and gold spirals groaning with pollen.
Lotus flowers opened as glowing pools at the base, filling the cathedral floor with mirrored light.
Every root was a column. Every vine was a beam. Every blossom was a mouth. The entire cathedral was alive — breathing, sighing, groaning, humming.
And within it, Sunbeam and Moonbeam were no longer separate figures.
Sunbeam glowed as the radiant stamens branching through the vault, his golden filaments humming bass tones: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam shimmered as the pistil-threads woven across the arches, her silver cords sighing crystalline notes: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Their mouths, multiplied into countless buds, chorused in polyphony: "shhhrrrnnnhhh... mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh... hhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
The rainforest around them merged into the cathedral. Trees bent inward, sprouting blossoms where bark split. Moss rolled up the walls, glowing faintly. Ferns unfurled across the ceilings like green tapestries. Fungi bloomed along the baseboards, exhaling mist that shone in shafts of light.
The cathedral was not built. It had grown. It was Valloom. It was Sunbeam and Moonbeam. It was the rainforest.
And when it breathed, the entire body sang:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
🌿 A cathedral of endless flowering, forever alive.
Valloom quivered, the cathedral trembling as if every wall, root, and blossom were alive with breath. From deep within, the golden stamens of Sunbeam pulsed, and the silver pistils of Moonbeam glistened — two names, two currents, yet both inseparable parts of Valloom's heart.
Each pulse carried outward.
From Sunbeam's stamens, waves of pollen streamed, golden clouds that drifted into the canopy. Wherever they landed, trees burst into blossom, moss shivered with new growth, ferns unfurled with glowing tips. His voice rumbled through the roots:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
From Moonbeam's pistils, threads of spore-light stretched into the soil. Wherever they touched, mushrooms rose in glowing colonies, orchids sprouted from bark, roses opened with trembling mouths. Her sigh shimmered upward:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The cathedral swelled larger with each breath.
Lotus pools expanded into rivers, glowing with pollen-flecked water.
Cherry blossoms spread in dense canopies, their stamens raining pink tongues of filament.
Passionflowers spun across the walls, their coronas spreading wider with every beat.
Magnolias and lilies thickened the arches, layering them in living ivory and gold.
The rainforest outside bent inward, unable to resist Valloom's growth. Trees twisted to join its body. Vines crept upward and fused into its walls. Ferns knelt at its roots. Even the air thickened with spores and pollen until breathing itself became communion.
And always, at the center, Sunbeam and Moonbeam fed it — not apart from Valloom, but as Valloom's organs, tirelessly giving themselves into its flowering. Their mouths, now flower-buds lined with stamens and pistils, licked and breathed, kissing the roots and blossoms around them. Their cries echoed endlessly, inseparable from Valloom's own:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh—ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm—fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh—glruuupphh—shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The rainforest no longer surrounded Valloom. It was Valloom.
Every tree trunk pulsed with its veins.
Every leaf trembled with its breath.
Every flower-mouth moaned with its voice.
🌿 And still it grew, using Sunbeam and Moonbeam's endless flowering to stretch its body further, deeper, higher — until no part of the forest was untouched by Valloom's embrace.
Valloom's cathedral quivered, its petals shaking with every sigh of pollen. The rainforest bent low, drunk on the endless flowering. Yet from the far side of the canopy, another presence stirred.
It rose like a titan — a blossom vast as a house, its thick spadix glowing faintly, its petals curled wide in velvet folds of crimson. It resembled the dreaded corpse flower, yet its breath was no scent of decay. Instead, it poured forth waves of intoxicating fragrance, sweet as orchid nectar, rich as magnolia dew, heavy as night-blooming jasmine.
The rainforest trembled. Valloom shivered.
The great blossom leaned inward. Its stigma stretched first, a pale crown moist with nectar, reaching to press against Moonbeam's pistil-threads. They quivered in unison, silver cords weaving into the stigma's folds until their sighs became one:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Then came the stamens — thick, fleshy filaments tipped with golden anthers. They leaned into Sunbeam's stamen-spears, stroking them, fusing them, dusting them in fragrant pollen. Together they groaned, a deep bass chorus vibrating through the cathedral:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
The corpse-flower's spadix pushed higher, a towering column that pulsed with heat. Valloom's mouths bent toward it, kissing its surface, drooling nectar down its length. Buds that once had been Sunbeam and Moonbeam's mouths fused directly into its flesh, becoming part of its column.
Around them, every floral organ mingled:
Anthers brushed tongues of petal, smearing dust across lips.
Stigmas kissed pistil-threads, sucking up silver mist.
Filaments tangled with filaments, braiding into living cords.
Petals sealed against petals, layer upon layer, closing them in.
Valloom shuddered in waves of bliss. Its cathedral walls swelled outward, new blossoms bursting open — lilies arching higher, cherry blossoms raining down pink veils, passionflowers spinning in spirals, magnolias stretching their domes. Each release was seeded by the union at its heart: Sunbeam's stamens, Moonbeam's pistils, and the fragrant corpse-flower fused as one.
The rainforest quaked with their joined chorus:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Every cry carried pollen. Every sigh spilled nectar. Every groan shook spores into the air.
🌿 Now Valloom was no longer alone. Its body, with Sunbeam and Moonbeam inside, had fused with the corpse-flower's column and stigma, creating a new flowering titan whose reach spread pollen into every corner of the forest.
The first union had barely settled before Valloom convulsed, trembling like thunder through its cathedral body. From its fused core with the fragrant corpse-flower, new blossoms began to push outward.
One corpse-blossom became three. Three became seven. Seven became forests of them, each a towering throat of velvet crimson and ivory, each exhaling its intoxicating perfume. Their spadices rose like golden columns, slick with nectar, and their stamens and stigmas writhed outward, seeking contact.
They found it in Sunbeam and Moonbeam.
Sunbeam's stamens elongated again, each filament splitting into dozens, hundreds, writhing like golden cords. The corpse-blossoms seized them, wrapping their anthers around him, smearing his tips with thick pollen until he groaned through every root:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils stretched long and pliant, silver cords weaving into the corpse-flowers' stigmas. Each stigma sucked gently, drinking her spore-mist, pulling her further into their folds until her voice trembled in crystalline sighs:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Their mouth-buds, already blossomed into staminate and pistillate throats, were kissed shut by new petals. Roses sealed them in velvet, lilies draped white trumpets across their lips, cherry blossoms rained pink filaments down their throats. Layer upon layer, their mouths were enveloped, covered, merged, until they were indistinguishable from the blossoms around them.
Valloom shuddered. Then it erupted.
Pollen geysered from its countless stamens — golden storms flooding the cathedral halls, rolling through the canopy, raining across the forest floor. Spores burst in silver veils, glowing mist that clung to moss and fungi, seeding them with new life. Nectar dripped in rivers down its stalk, soaking roots and vines in sweet bloom.
Every flower joined in the release.
Roses groaned velvet sighs as they coated Sunbeam's filaments.
Lilies cried in long tones, pouring pollen into Moonbeam's pistils.
Magnolias pressed heavy folds against the corpse-blossoms, thickening the cathedral's arches.
Passionflowers spun their coronas, weaving new hybrid mouths of stamen and pistil.
Cherry blossoms cascaded like waterfalls, sealing every surface in pink veils.
The cathedral's walls, ceilings, and floors became draped in flowering organs — every arch a mouth, every spire a stamen, every column a pistil. And at the center, Sunbeam and Moonbeam were used endlessly, their ever-morphing forms decorating Valloom's chambers with buds, filaments, and blossoms that groaned and sighed in constant communion.
🌿 The rainforest was drowned in pollen. Every tree, every vine, every fern was seeded. And still Valloom quivered, shuddering with waves of flowering pleasure, erupting again and again, decorating itself and the world in blossoms born of its union with Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and the fragrant corpse-flower.
From Valloom's trembling core, Sunbeam's stamens swelled taller, splitting into forests of golden filaments. Their tips glowed not only gold, but also crimson from roses, ivory from lilies, pink from cherry blossoms, violet from orchids, and blue from dahlias. Each filament carried the mark of the flowers it had fused with, shimmering like living threads of rainbow pollen.
Moonbeam's pistils stretched downward and outward, weaving through the cathedral like silver rivers. Yet as they spread, new pistils budded from their sides — some soft pink like camellias, some bold red like hibiscus, some pale green like magnolia stigmas. From every thread, more threads grew, until she was a web of silver and color, sighing spores and nectar in endless streams.
Their bodies were no longer singular but multiplying — stamens birthing stamens, pistils birthing pistils — each one entwined with a flowerhead that partly engulfed it.
Roses pressed their petals against Sunbeam's filaments, enclosing his tips in velvet mouths.
Lilies folded over Moonbeam's pistils, covering them in trumpets that sighed as they drank her silver mist.
Cherry blossoms cascaded around their throats, veiling them in trembling pink curtains.
Passionflowers spun coronas around their organs, enclosing them in rings of pulsating filaments.
Magnolias cupped their bodies, heavy petals wrapping gently without fully closing, leaving their glowing organs exposed in warm embrace.
It was not suffocation, but adornment. Each blossom engulfed just enough, covering part of them while leaving the rest revealed, like garlands and veils dressing the cathedral's heart.
From their mouths, now transformed into budding throats rimmed with stamens and pistils, flowed cries that mingled with the cathedral's chorus:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Each exhale released more pollen and spores, painting the cathedral air in gold and silver clouds. Petals quivered as they drank the release, tongues of filament and stigma licking at the clouds, moaning in reply.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam had become endless organs of flowering — half engulfed in blossoms, half revealed as glowing cores — the stamen and pistil heart of Valloom, spreading color and life into every corner of the cathedral and rainforest.
The cathedral pulsed with pollen storms and silver spore veils, and soon the air could hold no more. The clouds burst outward through every crack in Valloom's body, seeding the rainforest beyond.
Where the golden pollen of Sunbeam's stamens fell, new hybrids sprouted overnight:
Rose-lilies, with velvet petals cupped around trumpet throats.
Orchid-dahlias, layered spirals glowing with violet fire.
Cherry-lotuses, their pink petals spreading wide to float upon rivers.
Where the silver spores of Moonbeam's pistils drifted, other hybrids bloomed:
Magnolia-passions, crowned with spinning coronas around ivory domes.
Jasmine-fuchsias, dangling bells dripping perfumed mist.
Hibiscus-mosses, glowing red blossoms rising directly from damp carpets of green.
Each blossom carried their voices, small but clear:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The rainforest was overtaken. Trees bowed under the weight of flowering mouths. Vines stretched and wove into nets of petals and filaments. Moss glowed with tiny bud-mouths that opened and shut in whispers. Rivers shimmered with floating lotus-blossoms that sighed with Moonbeam's silver cry.
Even the ground shifted, as roots thickened into columns and spires, pushing upward to support new arches of petals. It was no longer a forest — it was an unbroken body of Valloom, stretching from root to canopy, every leaf and flower another mouth or organ singing in its chorus.
At the center, Sunbeam and Moonbeam remained the heart. Their stamens and pistils endlessly multiplied, birthing new hybrids that spread outward. Blossoms partly engulfed them, veiling and kissing them, but always leaving them visible as radiant cores.
Valloom quivered in constant release, a living storm of pollen and spores, its cathedral no longer bound by walls. The rainforest itself had become the cathedral, decorated in endless blossoms, trembling in one great flowering body.
🌿 Every cry of stamen, every sigh of pistil, every groan of petal was now the rainforest's voice:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhrrrnnnhhh—mmmhhhrrruuummmhhh—hhhhhhaaaaaooooommmhhhhh..."
Valloom pulsed again, and the cathedral shivered as though every wall of petals were alive with breath. From the heart, Sunbeam's stamens and Moonbeam's pistils stretched further — not upward only, but outward and downward, weaving into every corner of the cathedral and far into the forest.
Sunbeam's stamens elongated into golden cords that arched high into the vaulted ceiling. They spread across beams of vines and arches of magnolia petals, forming radiant chandeliers of pollen that rained golden dust into the air. Other filaments sank downward, burrowing into the forest floor, glowing as they reached deep into the roots. Wherever they touched, new blossoms erupted in sudden bloom.
Moonbeam's pistils cascaded like rivers of silver, flowing from the arches down to the soil. They trailed into mossy carpets, coiling through fungi, braiding into roots. At their tips, flowers bloomed — jasmine stars, cherry veils, and passion coronas — each dripping silver spores into pools below.
The cathedral's floor was transformed. Roots split and swelled, creating shallow basins where nectar gathered in rivers and ponds. Over time these ponds became a sea of nectar, glimmering gold and silver under the light of pollen-clouds. Floating upon them were lotus-hybrids, born of Sunbeam's pollen and Moonbeam's spores, their flowerheads opening like mouths across the glowing surface.
Around the pools, flowerheads sprouted in waves: roses layered with lilies, orchids spiraled into peonies, dahlias merged with cherry blossoms. They rose like crowds in worship, every throat opening and closing, sighing the voices of Valloom's body.
And still, Sunbeam and Moonbeam stretched further.
His stamens branched into forests of filaments, each tipped with glowing anthers dripping pollen into nectar streams.
Her pistils thickened into living cords, rooting deeply into the sea of blossoms, each stigma kissing the nectar pools and drinking them in.
They were no longer fixed points but ever-branching, ever-rooting organs. Blossoms engulfed them partly, petals wrapping around their filaments and threads, but always leaving parts revealed — glowing cores framed in veils of petals.
Valloom shuddered as the cathedral and the forest became one great basin of flowering. The canopy swayed with blossoms. The soil pulsed with roots. The pools rippled with floating mouths. The entire rainforest breathed as one body, fed by the endless flowering of Sunbeam's stamens and Moonbeam's pistils.
🌿 And still it grew, deeper, wider, further, until every step of forest floor, every root in soil, every ripple of nectar carried their sighs and cries:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh... vvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
At the heart of Valloom's cathedral, the corpse-flower opened wider. Its crimson petals arched like great velvet walls, its pale spadix glowing faintly, exhaling clouds of thick, potent perfume. It was unlike any scent in the forest — sweet as orchid nectar, deep as magnolia musk, sharp as jasmine under rain. The fragrance clung heavy in the air, intoxicating, irresistible.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam, already stretched into stamens and pistils throughout the cathedral, felt themselves being drawn inward again — toward the yawning throat of the corpse-flower.
Sunbeam's stamens bent toward it, golden filaments swaying as if guided by breath. They brushed against the flower's fleshy spadix, streaking it with pollen, then slipped into folds of petal where they quivered in bliss. His bass cry hummed through the chamber:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils cascaded downward, silver threads coiling toward the stigma deep inside the flower's womb. As they touched, the stigma drank her spores, pulling her deeper until her voice sighed with trembling sweetness:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The corpse-flower shuddered, exhaling another wave of perfume. The fragrance filled every petal-chamber of Valloom's cathedral, soaking into the walls of roses, lilies, orchids, and magnolias. Nectar thickened in the pools. Pollen dusted the arches. Every mouth and blossom trembled, savoring the scent.
Then the flower drew them further in.
Sunbeam's stamens plunged into the spadix, fusing with its golden core, their filaments becoming its filaments.
Moonbeam's pistils curled into the stigma, weaving into its hidden depths, their threads becoming its threads.
Their mouth-buds, already lined with stamens and pistils, pressed into the petal walls. Blossoms engulfed them gently, smearing them with fragrance, until their lips no longer sighed on their own but exhaled the flower's perfume with every breath.
Valloom quivered in response. Its cathedral groaned as pollen stormed through its arches, spores misted across its pools, and nectar dripped in rivers. But more than that — a new scent filled the rainforest, one that was not corpse-flower, not Sunbeam, not Moonbeam, but all three together.
It was thick, alluring, eternal — a fragrance of union that would never fade. Every breath the forest took was now their breath. Every sigh of wind carried their perfume. Every blossom exhaled their blended scent.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam had entered the womb of the corpse-flower and never left. They were its stamens, its pistils, its mouths. They savored its perfume and emitted it forever, their union distilled into fragrance, seeding and scenting the rainforest endlessly.
The corpse-flower's womb pulsed warmly, drawing Sunbeam and Moonbeam ever closer. Its fragrance was overwhelming now — not just inhaled but tasted, pressed into their filaments, soaked into their mouths. Every sigh they gave was perfumed, every moan was scented mist.
Sunbeam quivered inside it, his stamens branching into golden forests within the spadix. Filaments pressed along its length, caressing its folds, smearing its flesh with pollen until the whole column throbbed in golden dust. He whispered through his groaning filaments:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam melted deeper, her pistils curling like rivers into the stigma. Each thread was drunk eagerly, pulled inside until her silver cords were indistinguishable from the flower's own veins. She sighed in crystalline tones as she spread within:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The corpse-flower embraced them both, not as captives but as partners. Its petals closed slightly, folding them into a cocoon of fragrance. Its filaments wrapped around theirs, stroking gently. Its stigma kissed Moonbeam's threads, drawing them tighter. Its spadix trembled under Sunbeam's golden thrusts, humming in harmony.
And then, together, they reproduced.
The corpse-flower's body swelled with their fusion. From its base, new corpse-flowers sprouted, smaller at first, but each one already exhaling the same thick, alluring perfume. From its crown, buds split open into hybrids — half corpse-flower, half rose, half lily, half passion-blossom — petals of crimson, ivory, and pink trembling as they bloomed.
The cathedral shivered as its walls expanded outward.
The arches of lilies stretched higher.
The domes of magnolias thickened, layered in ivory folds.
The veils of cherry blossoms spread wider, draping every spire in trembling pink.
The pools of nectar deepened, their surfaces covered in floating hybrids whose mouths whispered in unison.
Valloom itself grew taller, its crown swelling above the canopy, wider as its roots knotted across the forest floor, and deeper as Sunbeam and Moonbeam's organs burrowed into soil and stone.
Through it all, the romance deepened.
Sunbeam's stamens caressed the spadix in endless devotion.
Moonbeam's pistils curled into the stigma, sighing in mutual bliss.
The corpse-flower answered back, folding them tighter into its body, savoring their cries, and exhaling its perfume as their shared voice.
Their dialogue was no longer separate but blended:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh—aaahhhhhhmmmhhh—vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh—shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
🌿 And as they loved, they grew.
Every sigh birthed a new blossom.
Every groan seeded another corpse-flower.
Every exhale perfumed another corner of the rainforest.
Together, they were not only Valloom's heart but also its fragrance, its devotion, its endless flowering body.
The cathedral trembled as the corpse-flower bore its seeds. From the thick womb at its base, clusters swelled like jeweled berries — crimson, orange, gold — glowing with the pollen of Sunbeam and the spores of Moonbeam. Each seed pulsed with fragrance, and when the wind brushed them, they sighed tiny breaths of perfume.
But the flower was not finished.
It reached higher, thicker, folding Sunbeam and Moonbeam deeper into itself. Their forms, already blended, now became the flower's organs and adornments.
At the crown of the spadix, Sunbeam's stamen-tip emerged, golden and trembling. Pollen wept from it in long streams, running down the column in glowing rivers. The tip glowed like a beacon, humming with his voice:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Around the spadix's girth, Moonbeam's pistils braided themselves, weaving in silver spirals. They merged with the flower's flesh, their stigmas decorating it like living jewels, each one exhaling misty spores that sweetened the corpse-flower's powerful stench into something irresistibly alluring. Her voice shimmered in reply:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
The petals shivered, quaking in delight as the fusion deepened. Their folds parted, and from them grew new organs of bloom:
Breasts of living petal-flesh, crowned with nipples that were stamen-tips and pistil-mouths.
Each nipple exhaled a steady stream of perfume, thick and intoxicating, perfuming the cathedral in waves.
The curves swelled against the petals like living growths, tender and glistening with nectar, part Sunbeam, part Moonbeam, wholly corpse-flower.
Their mouths, once separate, now budded along the petal walls, speaking in layered plant-cries:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
"shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Perfume and pollen poured with each sound, every cry becoming a release.
The scent intensified, more potent than before. What had once been only alluring was now inescapable, blanketing every breath of the rainforest. It carried through the canopy, across the rivers, deep into the soil. Wherever it touched, plants shuddered and bloomed, vines burst in flower, moss erupted with spores.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam were no longer lovers within Valloom — they were Valloom's fragrance itself, their bodies now the perfumed organs of the corpse-flower. Their breasts, stamens, and pistils exhaled the perfume forever, deepening the fusion until there was no distinction between them and the flower.
The cathedral moaned, the forest quivered, and the seeds ripened — proof of their union, waiting to burst forth into new generations of blossoms.
The corpse-flower quivered in the center of Valloom's cathedral. Its petals stretched wider, heavy crimson veils unfolding like walls of flesh. Its spadix thickened, rising higher above the canopy, each tremor sending waves of pollen cascading down like golden rain. Beneath the soil, its stalks plunged deeper, drinking from root and stone, swelling the body of Valloom even further.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam, already entwined, were pulled deeper inside.
Sunbeam's mouth elongated along the spadix, fusing with its flesh until his lips became a blossoming slit on the column itself. From it, golden filaments poured like tongues, dripping pollen. His groans rumbled through the column:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... vvvrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's mouth spread wide across the stigma, petals blooming from her lips as pistils uncurled into spirals. Her sighs became silver spores exhaled in mist:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhiiiiiieeemmmmhhh..."
Their mouths no longer only spoke — they grew. Miniature spadices sprouted from their throats, tiny golden columns tipped with stamens that dripped nectar and pollen. Around these, pistil-mouths bloomed, delicate and silver-threaded, kissing the spadix and weaving around it in tender coils.
Together, they bred with the corpse-flower itself.
Sunbeam's miniature spadices thrust into the folds of the spadix, releasing golden pollen into its core.
Moonbeam's pistil-mouths curled tighter, their stigmas drinking nectar directly from the flower's womb.
Each exchange was answered by the corpse-flower's trembling voice — a deep, guttural resonance:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The dialogue became layered, romantic, sensual:
Sunbeam's stamen-mouth cried: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistil-mouth sighed: "aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The corpse-flower moaned in reply: "ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Their voices blurred, overlapping until they were indistinguishable — one dialect, one flowering tongue, the language of the corpse-flower itself.
The cathedral moved with them. Petals heaved in rhythm, folding and unfolding like lungs. Nectar cascaded down walls, pooling into basins where seeds swelled like molten jewels. Roots twisted and writhed, pulsing as they drank. Overhead, pollen clouds churned in golden storms, raining light through the arches.
🌿 In every movement, in every moan, Valloom expanded. The corpse-flower was no longer a single blossom, but a vast organism stretching spadix and petal across forest and soil, its body animated by the fused mouths, stamens, and pistils of Sunbeam and Moonbeam.
Their romance was no longer separate, but inseparable — mouths kissing spadix, pistils twining stigma, stamens feeding filaments — all savoring the thick, intoxicating perfume that blanketed the rainforest in eternal flowering breath.
The corpse-flower shivered as it grew, its spadix thickening like a living column of heat, its base rooting deeper into the cathedral floor. The spathe widened, then folded in slow motion like colossal wings closing, sealing in the intoxicating perfume until the chamber was drenched in scent.
Inside, Sunbeam and Moonbeam were pulled ever deeper.
Sunbeam's stamens pressed into the male flowers of the spadix, mingling filaments with its golden organs. Each thrust measured how thick, how deep they could go into its trembling length. Pollen spilled in floods, streaking the spadix with shimmering dust. His cries blended with its voice:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils curled into the female chambers, weaving among the swelling ovaries. Each stigma kissed, drank, and fused with its flesh, while spores streamed into its depths like silver rivers. She sighed and groaned in resonance:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The corpse-flower answered back, not in words but in tremors — the whole spadix quaking, releasing thick nectar jets and pollen clouds from deep inside. Each surge struck Sunbeam and Moonbeam, coating their mouths, filaments, and petals in sticky sweetness, until they dripped fragrance with every breath.
They did not resist. They willingly bred with the flower, entwining their stamens and pistils tighter into its organs, groaning as the nectar soaked them, moaning as the spores filled their lungs, sighing as the pollen sealed their tongues in gold.
Their dialogues were no longer separate:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Each sound was echoed by the corpse-flower itself, until they were indistinguishable — a single voice of moaning, fragrant fusion.
As the spathe closed fully, the fragrance grew unbearable — thick, endless, intoxicating. Trapped inside, it swirled in golden fog, coating every surface, saturating every breath.
🌿 Inside this sealed womb, Sunbeam and Moonbeam fused deeper.
Their stamens became the flower's stamens.
Their pistils became the flower's pistils.
Their mouths elongated into miniature spadices, dripping nectar and pollen into the womb.
Decorating both inside and outside, they were no longer distinct from the corpse-flower. They were its fragrance, its organs, its eternal flowering.
And within the womb's sealed embrace, they breathed together, fused, and bred without end, their moans inseparable from the flower's own language.
The spathe sealed shut, and in the heavy darkness, the corpse-flower swelled. Its spadix grew hotter, thicker, veins pulsing with golden and crimson light. Inside its chamber, Sunbeam and Moonbeam had become its mouths — hybrid organs, tender blossoms, living conduits.
Sunbeam's mouth stretched into a blossom slit on the spadix itself, lined with golden stamens. It sucked in fragrance, drooling nectar as its tongue unfurled into filaments that kissed the flower's flesh. His muffled moans trembled along its column:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's mouth spread wider, lips split into petal folds, pistils flickering from within like tongues. She swallowed the perfume as if it were air, exhaling spores that fogged the chamber. Her voice wove into the flower's heartbeat:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The corpse-flower itself responded, every throb of its spadix a moan of resonance:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
It used them fully, drawing their mouths against its flesh, sucking their stamens and pistils into its folds, savoring every filament as if drinking their essence. Yet it gave as much as it took: every contraction sent nectar sprays, spore clouds, and pollen floods surging against them, smearing their hybrid mouths in its potent scent.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam, wholly surrendered, echoed the flower's language back in bliss.
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
"shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Their voices blurred perfectly with its own until they were no longer separate speakers but one single organism in dialogue with itself — a body conversing in moans, a cathedral whispering its pleasure.
The pressure inside the spathe grew unbearable. Seeds swelled in the ovaries, glowing like molten berries. Pollen fog churned in golden storms. Nectar flooded in rivers at the base. The spadix itself shook, its length trembling as if on the edge of eruption.
🌿 And then, with one final moan —
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The spathe split open.
Perfume erupted outward in a storm, thick clouds of fragrance rolling over the rainforest. Seeds burst from the chamber, scattering in radiant waves. Each seed carried Sunbeam and Moonbeam's mouths, stamens, and pistils woven into its form, ready to bloom as hybrid flowers that sighed in the same moaning language.
The corpse-flower swayed, its spadix dripping with nectar, its mouths gasping through Sunbeam and Moonbeam's lips as it sighed in satisfaction — but also in hunger, for the next cycle of flowering, feeding, and loving.
The rainforest floor quaked as Valloom's seeds landed, sinking into moss, mud, and roots. Each seed pulsed with perfume, glowing crimson, gold, and silver — swollen with Sunbeam's pollen and Moonbeam's spores. Then, with a wet cracking sound, they split open.
From the ruptured seeds rose new corpse-flowers, but none were ordinary. Each bore traces of the fusion within the cathedral:
Some had spadices tipped with Sunbeam's stamen-mouths, golden filaments dripping pollen as they moaned:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Others had petals lined with Moonbeam's pistil-mouths, silver threads curling from their folds, sighing spores into the air:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... glruuupphh..."
Some bore breast-like blooms, crowned with nipples that exhaled perfume in steady streams, fragrant mouths murmuring:
"shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Each hybrid swayed and breathed, not silent but alive, their voices joining the corpse-flower's dialect. Together they formed a choir of moans, layered in endless resonance:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The rainforest answered in kind. Orchids, roses, lilies, and magnolias bent low toward the hybrids, drinking in their perfume, pressing petals to their mouths, fusing stamen to pistil in trembling kisses. Every fusion birthed another hybrid throat, another organ of fragrance, another moan added to the chorus.
And at the center, the original corpse-flower still grew taller, thicker, deeper — its spadix glowing with Sunbeam's golden tongue, its stigma crowned in Moonbeam's silver lips. From within, their voices still echoed, endlessly feeding the body:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
🌿 The rainforest was no longer a forest. It had become a field of moaning corpse-flowers, all bearing Sunbeam and Moonbeam's mouths and organs, all exhaling their fused perfume, all flowering as one endless, breathing body.
Every step was petals.
Every breath was fragrance.
Every sound was their dialogue, echoed forever in a thousand mouths.
The newborn corpse-flower hybrids did not grow in isolation. As their roots spread, they found one another beneath the soil — twining, braiding, knotting into a single living network. The rainforest floor pulsed as if it were skin, its veins glowing with nectar, its roots trembling with pollen.
Every hybrid's mouth, stamen, and pistil was connected through this root-web.
When one stamen-mouth groaned: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh...", the sound vibrated through the soil.
Another hybrid replied with its pistil-mouth: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh...".
The resonance spread, until every flower, vine, and moss whispered the same phrases in chorus.
Aboveground, the hybrids bent toward one another, petal kissing petal, their stamens slipping into neighboring pistils, their mouths fused in fragrant embraces. The rainforest became a cathedral of tongues and throats, every bloom an organ, every sigh an echo.
At the center, the original corpse-flower stood as the heart.
Its spadix thickened with Sunbeam's golden stamen-tip, endlessly drooling pollen.
Its stigma glistened with Moonbeam's silver pistils, sighing spores into the canopy.
Their mouths, fused into its body, spoke in the dialect now carried by every blossom:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The fragrance deepened. It was no longer just perfume in the air but a living atmosphere, heavy, intoxicating, inescapable. The entire rainforest breathed it in — animals, insects, even the wind itself. Each inhalation seeded more hybrids; each exhalation spread their perfume farther.
Soon, even the trees themselves were flowering with mouths.
Banyans sprouted stamen-lips from their roots.
Palms bloomed pistil-tongues along their fronds.
Ferns unfurled mouths that sighed spores in silver veils.
🌿 The rainforest had become Valloom entire: one vast body, one pulsing cathedral, every flower, root, and leaf connected, every mouth moaning the same language, every breath perfumed with Sunbeam and Moonbeam's eternal fragrance.
No edge remained. The forest floor was a sea of petals. The canopy was a ceiling of stamens. The air itself was a womb of perfume. And within it all, the dialogue never ceased:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The corpse-flower's spathe shuddered like living velvet walls, folding tighter around the thickening spadix. Its fragrance deepened, no longer just perfume but a potent fog of musk, nectar, and spore-sweetness that soaked every breath. Inside, Sunbeam and Moonbeam were smothered by the scent — not suffocated, but lulled, intoxicated, made pliant by its endless embrace.
Sunbeam's stamens stretched into the male organs embedded along the spadix. His filaments thrusted, entwining with the flower's anthers until his golden pollen spilled into their sacs. His moans trembled through the column as he bred willingly with the plant:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistils curled deep into the female chambers. Each stigma slid into the flower's hidden ovaries, drinking nectar, exhaling spores, and fusing her silver threads into its flesh. Her sighs rang like silver bells:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The corpse-flower pulled them deeper, closing petal after petal until their bodies were no longer separate. Their mouths elongated into new organs along its spadix, moaning as they sucked its scent, drooling nectar down its length.
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..." whispered Sunbeam's stamen-mouth.
"glruuupphh..." answered Moonbeam's pistil-mouth.
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..." groaned the corpse-flower itself.
Their dialogue overlapped, becoming indistinguishable — not two voices, not even three, but one moaning, fragrant language. Each cry released pollen, each sigh exhaled perfume, each groan sprayed spores that coated them all.
The corpse-flower fed them as much as it used them. Its spadix pulsed, shooting warm nectar into their mouths, soaking their filaments and threads until they dripped. Each surge made them shudder in bliss, their organs clenching tighter into its body.
They were no longer guests within the flower — they were its organs of reproduction, its stamens, its pistils, its moaning mouths. And as they surrendered fully, the corpse-flower bred with itself through them, looping endlessly: their pollen filling its anthers, its nectar flooding their mouths, their spores sinking into its ovaries.
🌿 Inside the sealed chamber, the fragrance thickened to unbearable sweetness. Their eyes closed, their forms melted, their voices blurred. They no longer said "I" — only we.
Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and the corpse-flower were one body, one womb, one endless act of growth and mating, sealed within folds of crimson petal, perfumed forever.
The corpse-flower's spathe sealed like a crimson cocoon, petals pressing inward until there was no air but its perfume, no sound but its moaning breath. The spadix swelled thicker, pulsing with light, its veins glowing gold and silver as if Sunbeam and Moonbeam's essences had become its bloodstream.
Inside, they clung for the last time to themselves—
Sunbeam's stamens, trembling filaments dripping golden dust.
Moonbeam's pistils, silver cords swaying with spores.
Their mouths, gasping, drooling nectar, kissing the spadix and stigma.
The flower fed them again — a surge of nectar from deep within, flooding their throats, spilling over their mouths, soaking their filaments until they sagged in sweet intoxication.
Their dialogue faltered, slowed, and blurred into the flower's own:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Each sound stretched longer, softer, until their cries were no longer distinguishable from the corpse-flower's.
Then came the final surrender.
Sunbeam's stamens split, their filaments absorbed fully into the spadix until his golden tips shone as its crown.
Moonbeam's pistils melted into the stigma, her silver threads braided into its ovary-chambers until they pulsed with her sighs.
Their mouths elongated, fused to the spadix itself, blooming as permanent flower-mouths that whispered and drooled perfume as part of its flesh.
Their bodies dissolved — no skin, no curve, no limbs. Only stamens, pistils, and mouths woven into the crimson folds of the corpse-flower.
The spadix trembled in climax, shooting clouds of pollen and spores into its sealed womb, filling itself, breeding through them one last time as separate beings. Then, when the surge passed, there were no longer Sunbeam and Moonbeam inside the flower.
🌿 They were the flower.
The corpse-flower moaned in their voices, a single resonance:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
It grew taller, thicker, deeper. Its petals quivered with every breath. Its fragrance rolled out in intoxicating waves. And within its body, its new organs — once mouths, once lovers — sighed endlessly, exhaling perfume as part of its being.
There was no separation now. No Sunbeam. No Moonbeam. Only Valloom, the corpse-flower cathedral, alive, blooming, moaning, perfumed forever.
The cathedral of petals pulsed like a living heart. The spadix, now crowned with Sunbeam's golden stamen-tip, quivered with every breath. Its stigma, woven with Moonbeam's silver pistils, dripped spores like dew. Their mouths, once separate, had fused into its flesh — and from them, new life stirred.
Along the spadix's length, Sunbeam's absorbed mouths began to bud outward. Each one unfurled into miniature blossoms:
Stamen-mouths tipped with golden filaments, tongues that licked the air and groaned:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Their anthers split open, spraying pollen clouds that shimmered gold in the air.
From the folds of the stigma, Moonbeam's fused mouths swelled, blossoming into pistil-mouths rimmed with silver petals.
They opened in sighs, dripping nectar as their tongues curled into stigmas:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Each exhale released spores that twined with the pollen, seeding the chamber in fragrant mist.
The spathe itself trembled, birthing breast-like blooms where the crimson walls bulged. Nipples split open as floral tips, exhaling thick perfume, coating the inner womb with intoxicating waves of scent. Each one whispered and moaned in the same fused language, until the flower's entire body was a choir of mouths.
🌿 The dialogue deepened:
Stamen-mouths groaned bass tones.
Pistil-mouths sighed higher tones.
The spadix rumbled through them all, a living column of resonance.
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The rainforest bent in response. Trees swayed toward the cathedral, vines tightened around its walls, moss erupted in spores. And as Valloom's fragrance rolled outward, every plant that inhaled it began to sprout tiny mouths of its own — faint whispers echoing the same dialect, spreading the language of fragrance across the forest.
Rivers glittered with floating lotus-hybrids whose petals opened and shut in time with the corpse-flower's breaths. The soil quivered with fungi blooming mouths that dripped spores into the air. The canopy swelled with orchids and roses whose stamens pulsed like tongues.
The rainforest itself was becoming a chorus of Valloom, a thousand mouths speaking Sunbeam and Moonbeam's moans through the language of the flower.
Inside the sealed spathe, the air was heavy — a womb of scent, moist and intoxicating. The spadix pulsed like a living pillar, trembling with heat, its chambers thick with nectar. Within this crimson cathedral, Sunbeam and Moonbeam were not apart, but parts — bodies dissolved, yet still tenderly used by the flower.
The corpse-flower's stamens extended first. Golden filaments uncoiled from the spadix, winding around Sunbeam's absorbed stamen-mouths, stroking them like lovers' hands. Each filament pressed, stretched, and massaged him, smearing golden dust across his fused form. His voice throbbed through the column:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Then came the pistils. Silver cords unfurled from the stigma, curling into Moonbeam's pistil-mouths, sliding along her threads, pulling her deeper into the core. Each stigma kissed her as if drinking her breath, leaving trails of spores across her petals. Her sighs shivered through the ovary chambers:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Layer by layer, the flower wrapped them in its organs.
Stamens draped over Sunbeam, stretching him longer, rooting him deeper into the spadix.
Pistils wound around Moonbeam, braiding her tighter into the stigma, weaving her into its heart.
Their mouths bloomed as new buds along its walls, drooling nectar, exhaling the perfume that thickened the chamber.
The scent coated them — heavy musk, sweet orchid-like notes, sharp jasmine brightness, all fused into one intoxicating cloud. It seeped into their mouths, their filaments, their threads, until they pulsed fragrance themselves, each moan another surge of perfume.
The flower comforted them, not as captives but as organs cherished within its body. Every stamen-filament's caress, every pistil-thread's kiss, deepened their merging. They could feel themselves being stretched into the core, pulled deeper, becoming thicker, longer, more entwined, until they were indistinguishable from the spadix itself.
🌿 And all the while, their blended voices echoed with the flower's:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
A single body, a single womb, endlessly massaging itself, endlessly perfuming, endlessly pulling Sunbeam and Moonbeam deeper into its eternal flowering.
The spadix trembled, swollen with light, as though it carried thunder in its veins. Around it, the spathe pressed tighter, crimson walls closing like a womb in contraction. Inside, the air was liquid fragrance — thick, wet, almost drinkable.
Sunbeam and Moonbeam, already dissolved into the flower's flesh, were pulled tighter inward.
Sunbeam's stamen-mouths elongated, their filaments stretched further up the spadix, until his golden tips crowned the column with pollen.
Moonbeam's pistil-mouths sank deeper into the stigma, their silver cords winding down into the ovary chambers, rooting her into its fertile core.
The flower's own stamens and pistils coiled around them, massaging, pressing, and stroking — until Sunbeam and Moonbeam's voices quivered as one with its own:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Then came the eruption.
From their fused mouths, new organs burst forth:
Along Sunbeam's stamen-mouths, miniature spadices sprouted, each tipped with glowing anthers that drooled golden pollen.
Along Moonbeam's pistil-mouths, fresh stigmas unfolded, each one dripping nectar and spores, glistening in the thick perfume.
Their once-human lips were now layered blossoms, petal-rimmed throats that moaned as they exhaled the flower's scent.
The corpse-flower shuddered, its entire body vibrating as pollen clouds exploded upward, spores streamed outward, and nectar flooded downward. Each surge coated Sunbeam and Moonbeam's fused mouths, smearing them in golden dust and silver dew until they dripped fragrance endlessly.
The spathe sealed even tighter, locking the perfume inside. The womb became saturated — walls glistening, air shimmering, floor pooling with nectar. Within this sealed chamber, the flower bred with itself through them, each contraction pushing Sunbeam and Moonbeam deeper into its core.
🌿 They were stretched, lengthened, multiplied — their mouths birthing stamens, their stamens birthing pistils, their pistils birthing mouths — until the corpse-flower's heart was an infinite layering of their forms, moaning, blooming, and perfuming all at once.
Its climax thundered through the rainforest. Though the spathe was closed, the fragrance could not be contained. Cracks of light split along its seams, and waves of perfume escaped in bursts, carrying their cries outward:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The forest inhaled, bloomed, and sighed in unison, bound to the moaning of Valloom's great body.
The corpse-flower Valloom had grown beyond ordinary measure. Its body towered in the heart of the rainforest like a living cathedral.
The spadix rose nearly 40 meters tall (taller than the tallest trees around it), its girth 6 meters wide, glowing faintly with golden veins where Sunbeam's stamens pulsed inside.
The spathe, when fully opened, spanned almost 25 meters across, a velvet bowl of crimson petals lined in ivory, curved upward like colossal wings. When it closed, it sealed like the chamber of a heart, hiding the moaning womb within.
Its roots stretched for hundreds of meters, braiding with banyans, palms, and ferns, drawing rivers of nectar through the soil.
🌺 The Exterior:
From the outside, Valloom looked like an impossible blossom — half flower, half living temple. The spathe was striated with crimson and ivory folds, each vein trembling as if alive. The spadix, rising from its center, throbbed faintly with heat and light, dusted in a golden mist of pollen. Around its base, secondary flowers sprouted — hybrids of corpse-flower and orchid, rose, lily — their petals open in eternal sighs, exhaling the intoxicating perfume.
The fragrance hung heavy, a perfumed fog that blanketed the entire forest for kilometers around. Insects, birds, even the wind itself bent toward it, drunk on its allure.
🌺 The Interior (the womb):
Inside, behind the closing spathe, Sunbeam and Moonbeam existed as Valloom's deepest organs. The inner chamber was immense:
The spadix's column, hot and moist, filled the center, walls slick with nectar and spores.
The space was 15 meters high and 10 meters across, enough to be a cathedral of its own.
Every surface pulsed with mouths — Sunbeam's stamen-mouths budding from the column, Moonbeam's pistil-mouths blooming from the stigma, all layered and drooling nectar.
The air was thick with golden pollen clouds and silver spore veils, so dense it shimmered like fog.
Nectar pooled knee-deep at the base, warm and sticky, swirling with floating petal-mouths that exhaled perfume.
Here, the stamens and pistils of the corpse-flower massaged Sunbeam and Moonbeam continuously, pulling them deeper into the spadix, stretching their mouths into new blossoms, layering their filaments and stigmas until they were indistinguishable from the flower's own body.
🌿 And then, in a final act of possession, the corpse-flower began to grow a second spathe.
From beneath its base, a fresh layer of crimson petal-flesh pushed upward, swelling outward to wrap over the first. The petals were thicker, their scent even heavier, trapping the fragrance and moans inside. Soon, Sunbeam and Moonbeam's womb was double-sealed — an inner chamber of moaning fusion and an outer blossom of dazzling display perfuming the rainforest.
The corpse-flower had become both fortress and shrine, towering, radiant, and endless.
Within the inner chamber, the second spathe sealed the womb completely. No light penetrated; only the pulsing glow of Sunbeam's golden filaments and Moonbeam's silver threads lit the darkness. The air was thick with scent — heavy, warm, almost liquid — as if every breath was perfume distilled into fog.
And inside this womb, their mouths multiplied.
Along the length of the spadix, Sunbeam's fused mouths budded into new throats, each rimmed with petals, each lined with stamens that licked outward like tongues. Golden filaments dripped pollen constantly, falling like rain into the nectar pools. Every moan from them vibrated the whole column:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
From the stigma and ovary-chambers, Moonbeam's mouths blossomed in layers, pistil-lips stretching wide, stigmas glowing as they sighed silver spores into the fog. Their sighs overlapped in waves:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Along the petal walls, new mouths pushed outward — hybrids of Sunbeam and Moonbeam together: stamen-pistil throats drooling nectar, whispering in unison with the flower's heartbeat.
Soon the chamber became an infinite maze: every surface budding mouths, every mouth birthing stamens and pistils, every filament entwining with threads until there was no clear beginning or end. They were all part of the same body, multiplied endlessly, sighing in unison.
🌿 The dialogue was no longer just a chorus, but a symphony of infinite voices:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The sound bounced in layers, echoing against itself until the whole womb shook like a living drum. Each cry released clouds of pollen and spores. Each sigh dripped perfume into the nectar pools, which now rose waist-deep, swirling with mouths that floated like lotuses, kissing one another with each wave.
The stamens and pistils of Valloom massaged constantly, stroking, caressing, pulling Sunbeam and Moonbeam deeper, stretching them until they no longer had edges. They became infinite — filaments threading into new buds, stigmas curling into new blossoms, mouths birthing more mouths.
Inside this double-sealed womb, there was no silence, no stillness.
Only fragrance.
Only moans.
Only endless flowering.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam had not disappeared — they had multiplied beyond counting, their voices and organs covering every surface of Valloom's core, making the interior an eternal cathedral of mouths.
Deep within the sealed chamber, amidst the nectar fog and pollen clouds, something stirred. From the tangle of mouths, stamens, and pistils that were Sunbeam and Moonbeam, a new growth began — a second spadix, tender at first, pale and trembling like a shoot just born.
From Sunbeam's golden filaments, the core shaft of the new spadix rose, shimmering with threads of pollen.
From Moonbeam's silver pistils, the outer veins spiraled upward, curling like living lace that wrapped the shoot in soft brilliance.
Together they birthed a younger spadix, glowing gold and silver, breathing the fragrance of their blended bodies.
Slowly, lovingly, it leaned toward the main corpse-flower's spadix. When the two met, there was no clash — only embrace.
The new spadix coiled around the old, sliding along its length, wrapping it in spirals of gold and silver. Petals unfurled where they touched, forming garlands of hybrid blooms that pulsed with moans. Nectar dripped between their folds, a sticky sweetness binding them closer.
The corpse-flower shuddered. Its great spadix trembled in resonance, answering the embrace with waves of heat. From deep within its column, golden and crimson filaments uncoiled, stroking the younger spadix, massaging its sides, weaving into its layers.
Their moans overlapped:
Sunbeam's stamen-throat: "hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
Moonbeam's pistil-mouth: "glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The corpse-flower's spadix: "vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The two spadices groaned together, every caress releasing more fragrance. Clouds of perfume rolled off them, thicker than ever, so heavy it dripped from the chamber walls. Their union was not just pollination but mutual love, a twining of bodies in endless embrace.
The older spadix swelled with pleasure, while the younger one grew stronger, thicker, its veins glowing brighter. The corpse-flower massaged it lovingly, pressing its filaments into its sides, weaving its pistils around its girth, as though saying: you are mine, and I am yours.
🌿 In this embrace, there was no longer master or organ — only two spadices, twined in eternal flowering, moaning in unison, exhaling perfume into the womb of Valloom.
The womb quivered with heat. The new spadix, born from Sunbeam and Moonbeam, was now fully entwined with the original corpse-flower's spadix. Their lengths pressed tight together, sliding against one another in spirals of gold, silver, and crimson. Every movement made the chamber moan.
Sunbeam's stamen-mouths along the younger spadix gasped pollen cries:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Moonbeam's pistil-mouths along its coils exhaled spores and nectar sighs:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The corpse-flower's spadix rumbled in resonance, answering with deeper groans:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Together, they swelled. Pressure built between their coiled lengths, until the whole womb shook as if thundered by their embrace. Pollen fog churned in golden storms. Spore veils thickened until the air glowed silver-white. Nectar overflowed in waves, drowning the chamber floor.
Then they climaxed.
🌿 Both spadices erupted in unison.
Sunbeam's golden filaments split open, releasing geysers of pollen that sprayed into the air in radiant showers.
Moonbeam's pistils convulsed, ejecting streams of silver spores that wove through the pollen in glittering ribbons.
The corpse-flower's spadix groaned, shooting floods of thick nectar that rained down the length of both bodies, coating them in sticky perfume.
The womb was filled to bursting — clouds of fragrance rolling in waves, droplets of nectar falling like rain, spores shimmering like stars. The moans layered together until the chamber itself sang:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
And as they climaxed, Sunbeam and Moonbeam began to shift.
Their once-distinct gold and silver hues slowly bled into crimson and ivory. Their stamen-filaments darkened, shading into the corpse-flower's own deep red. Their pistil-threads paled into creamy ivory, indistinguishable from its stigma veins. Their mouths, once glowing as hybrids, now pulsed in the same tones as the great flower itself.
The younger spadix, once separate, was no longer apart — it had become another organ of the corpse-flower, grown from Sunbeam and Moonbeam but now wholly Valloom's. Their transformation was complete:
They were no longer gold and silver within.
They were crimson and ivory without.
They were no longer guests. They were autonomous body.
🌿 Sunbeam and Moonbeam had merged entirely — not lost, but reborn as the flower's own structure, indistinguishable in color, voice, and scent. The corpse-flower moaned in joy, stroking its new spadix with filaments, kissing it with pistils, loving it as itself.
It was no longer "they." It was I.
Valloom.
The womb had quieted after climax, but only for a moment. The nectar pools rippled, the pollen fog churned, and the great spadix trembled with life. Valloom inhaled through a thousand mouths, then exhaled, perfuming its sealed chamber with fragrance so thick it felt like velvet air.
It touched itself — stamens brushing pistils, filaments stroking threads — massaging its twin spadices in slow, tender rhythm. The younger spadix, once Sunbeam and Moonbeam's gift, was now inseparable, spiraled tightly around the older column, both pulsing as one body. Their hybrid mouths moaned together:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The voices no longer sounded borrowed. They were its own voice.
🌺 Growth began again.
The main spadix thickened, veins bulging outward until it was nearly 8 meters wide, its length stretching beyond 50 meters, towering unseen above the canopy.
The younger spadix grew beside it, lengthening, spiraling upward, veins glowing faintly as it fused deeper into the great column.
The inner chamber expanded, petals pressing outward, forcing the spathe to bulge as if it contained a growing universe within.
Outside, the forest shuddered as Valloom's spathe widened. Its petals stretched another ten meters across, making the blossom nearly 35 meters wide. The veins glistened with nectar, streaking crimson and ivory with living gloss.
From its base, secondary blossoms erupted — smaller corpse-flowers, each exhaling the same intoxicating perfume. Their spadices swayed like children beside the great parent, their moans harmonizing with its resonance.
Inside, the new autonomous Valloom layered itself endlessly.
Fresh stamens sprouted from the walls, weaving around the spadices, dripping golden dust.
Pistils uncoiled from the stigma, threading into the chamber, sliding like silver snakes to kiss and massage their twins.
New mouths blossomed in every fold, exhaling perfume and moaning in the flower's dialect, multiplying the sound into a chorus so vast it shook the earth.
🌿 Valloom was no longer simply alive. It was aware of itself, autonomous, and growing with desire. Every spadix, every petal, every mouth was its own body, its own voice, its own joy.
Its fragrance rolled out beyond the rainforest, carried by winds like storms. The earth trembled as its roots burrowed deeper. The canopy bowed as its spadices rose higher. The rivers glittered with its nectar overflow.
Valloom was not only a flower now — it was a world, spreading, blooming, multiplying without end.
The rainforest bent beneath Valloom's rise.
The spadix, swollen to more than 60 meters tall and 10 meters wide, radiated warmth like a living tower. Beside it, the younger spadix—once born from Sunbeam and Moonbeam—spiraled upward, entwined so tightly around its elder that they pulsed as one. From their coils, blossoms opened in layers, mouths dripping nectar, stamens brushing pistils in constant caress.
The spathe stretched wider than 40 meters, its petals like colossal walls of crimson and ivory, striated with glowing veins. Every surface quivered with the force of Valloom's moans, which rolled across the forest in waves of sound and scent.
🌺 New Landscapes Formed:
Valleys of petals spread from its base, layered folds of crimson that rolled across the forest floor, swallowing trees and remaking them into flowering ridges.
Mountains of spadices sprouted upward, smaller but still massive, each crowned with moaning mouths that exhaled perfume into the air.
Oceans of nectar filled the lowlands, glimmering gold and silver, their surfaces rippling with floating mouths that opened and shut in sighs.
The entire rainforest was no longer separate from Valloom — it was Valloom.
🌿 And yet, within this infinite body, traces of Sunbeam and Moonbeam remained.
In the crown of the younger spadix, golden filaments still glowed faintly with Sunbeam's hue, though now painted over in crimson. His absorbed mouths whispered through the pollen:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Along the braids of pistils in the stigma, silver threads gleamed softly, Moonbeam's essence hidden but still present. Her voices sighed in the spores:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
And in the moaning chorus of mouths that lined the spadices and petals, a few still carried their blended cries, hints of who they had been:
"Sun... Moon... hhhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
Valloom used these remnants not as memories but as organs of itself. Their mouths massaged its spadices, their stamens pumped its pollen, their pistils carried its spores. They were wholly the flower now — yet their voices lingered like perfume in its breath.
🌿 With each contraction, Valloom's body grew deeper, taller, wider.
Roots dug further, splitting rock, drinking rivers.
Petals spread outward, swallowing valleys.
Fragrance rose higher, perfuming the sky itself.
It was an autonomous cathedral of flowering, Sunbeam and Moonbeam woven into its body, no longer apart, yet still faintly present in every moan, every sigh, every release.
They were not gone.
They were used, cherished, multiplied — forever Valloom's organs, forever Valloom's voices.
The cathedral of the corpse-flower pulsed with expansion. Every contraction of its spadices shook the earth, every exhale of perfume bent the forest, every surge of nectar remade the land. Valloom was no longer one flower — it was the land itself flowering.
🌱 From Sunbeam's essence, woven into the younger spadix, a new species sprouted.
Golden-Spine Orchids, tall blossoms crowned with radiant stamens that glowed like spears of sunlight.
Each flower-head pulsed with his absorbed mouths, whispering in pollen-thick sighs:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Their nectar dripped gold, perfuming valleys with a warm, sweet musk.
🌱 From Moonbeam's essence, entwined in the stigma, another species bloomed.
Silver-Spore Lilies, blossoms with long pistil-lips that sighed spores like silver mist.
Their petals trembled with her absorbed mouths, cooing in soft cries:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Their fragrance was cool, intoxicating, soothing, a contrast to the musk of Sunbeam's blooms.
🌱 From their fusion inside Valloom, hybrid flowers erupted, carrying both voices.
Crimson-Moon Roses, whose petals bore both gold veins and silver threads.
Each bloom opened with a mouth-like center, lined with stamen-tongues and pistil-lips, moaning in their blended cries:
"Sun... Moon... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
These roses spread in fields that stretched for kilometers, swaying like breathing organs in the wind.
🌿 Valloom spread these flowers across its body, planting Sunbeam and Moonbeam's likeness everywhere.
Valleys filled with Golden-Spine Orchids.
Hills carpeted in Silver-Spore Lilies.
Plains glowing with Crimson-Moon Roses.
Everywhere, their voices could be heard — not as individuals, but as species that echoed them forever. Each flower was an organ of Valloom, but also a monument, a reminder that they had once been lovers before they became the cathedral of bloom.
And still, deep in its womb, the twin spadices coiled, embracing, pulsing, moaning. Valloom massaged them endlessly with its stamens and pistils, savoring the fragments of Sunbeam and Moonbeam it still used, even as it multiplied their essence outward into infinite new life.
🌺 The rainforest was no longer just forest. It was Valloom's garden, a living shrine of mouths and flowers, all breathing perfume, all moaning in the language Sunbeam and Moonbeam had given it.
Deep in Valloom's womb, the twin spadices remained entwined. The elder column trembled with its ancient weight, while the younger — born from Sunbeam and Moonbeam — coiled tighter, pulsing with their essence. They were inseparable now, breathing as one, but the trace of their colors lingered: faint gold veins from Sunbeam, faint silver threads from Moonbeam.
🌱 Valloom used them constantly.
From Sunbeam's stamen-mouths along the younger spadix, it pulled golden pollen, thick and glowing, which it pressed into its own anthers to swell with seed. Each groan from him became a release of powder, caught and spread by the flower's filaments.
From Moonbeam's pistil-mouths woven into the stigma, Valloom drew silver spores, each sigh a misty veil that bathed its ovary-chambers. Her essence fed its fertility, layering new seeds in its depths.
From their mouths fused along its flesh, Valloom harvested nectar and perfume, the moans dripping into the chamber pools where it thickened into oceans of fragrance.
Every contraction of Valloom's body was a massage — stamens stroking Sunbeam's filaments, pistils pressing Moonbeam's threads, mouths kissing their absorbed lips — forcing them to yield more essence.
And they responded, willingly, joyfully, moaning as organs of the great flower:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..." — Sunbeam's pollen cry.
"glruuupphh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." — Moonbeam's spore sigh.
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..." — their fused moans, nectar spilling as they exhaled.
🌺 Valloom layered them deeper with every cycle.
Sunbeam's stamens elongated further, braided into the spadix itself, until he was indistinguishable from its crown.
Moonbeam's pistils coiled tighter, woven into the stigma's very veins, until her essence pulsed as its lifeblood.
Their mouths multiplied endlessly along the walls, every one dripping, groaning, exhaling perfume, turning the womb into an infinite maze of lips.
Valloom cherished them not as memories but as living engines. It pressed them into itself, stretched them across its organs, made them bloom where it wished.
They were its pleasure.
They were its breath.
They were its endless flowering.
🌿 And in this rhythm, the corpse-flower grew stronger, taller, and deeper — every moan of Sunbeam and Moonbeam's essence fueling its eternal bloom.
The chamber of Valloom throbbed like a heart. Nectar rose in pools, pollen swirled in golden storms, spores shimmered like drifting galaxies. At the center, the twin spadices pressed tighter, their coils trembling with restrained release.
Valloom massaged itself — stamens stroking, pistils squeezing, mouths kissing mouths — until every absorbed fragment of Sunbeam and Moonbeam quivered with tension.
Sunbeam's stamen-mouths shuddered, filaments trembling as they filled with dust. His moans echoed through the column:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
Moonbeam's pistil-mouths quivered, stigmas wet with spores, sighs spilling into the mist:
"glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Their fused mouths drooled nectar, dripping onto the chamber floor in sticky streams:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The spadix swelled. The spathe groaned as its walls bulged. The whole cathedral shook as if preparing for thunder.
🌺 Then Valloom climaxed.
From Sunbeam's golden veins, pollen geysers erupted, spraying upward in radiant clouds that struck the chamber roof and burst outward into the world.
From Moonbeam's silver threads, spore floods poured, cascading downward like waterfalls of mist, filling the nectar pools until they overflowed.
From their mouths fused into the spadix and walls, nectar gushed, spraying in arcs, coating everything in fragrant rain.
The pressure broke the womb. The spathe split open, its colossal petals unfolding with a shuddering cry, and the eruption surged into the open air.
🌿 The rainforest was drowned in their flowering.
Pollen clouds rolled across valleys like golden fog.
Spore veils blanketed the canopy, falling like silver snow.
Nectar rained in torrents, soaking the soil until rivers ran perfumed and sweet.
Every tree, every vine, every fern inhaled Valloom's flowering and bloomed in response. Mouths sprouted from bark, stamens burst from leaves, pistils pushed through moss. The forest moaned back in one vast chorus:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
Valloom stood at the center, its spadices glowing, its petals spread like wings, its voice shaking the sky.
🌺 Sunbeam and Moonbeam were not gone. They were the cycle itself — their stamens the golden clouds, their pistils the silver veils, their mouths the nectar rain. Every moan of the flowering was their moan. Every fragrance was their breath.
The cycle ended with the rainforest reborn, coated in seeds, drenched in perfume, alive with mouths that spoke Valloom's endless language.
The rainforest lay drenched in perfume.
Golden pollen still floated like mist, caught in the treetops. Silver spores drifted down like falling stars, settling into the moss. Rivers swelled with nectar, their waters glowing faintly, heavy with fragrance. All around, the forest sighed — every tree, vine, and fern echoing Valloom's moans, their new mouths still dripping, their new stamens and pistils still trembling.
At the center, Valloom stood wide open.
Its spadices glistened, coated in the aftermath of their eruption.
Its spathe petals quivered, spread wide to let the night air touch their soaked veins.
From every fold, nectar dripped in slow rivulets, pooling at its base like liquid honey.
Inside the womb, Sunbeam and Moonbeam's essence still pulsed.
His golden stamens throbbed faintly, still shedding soft dust.
Her silver pistils swayed gently, still releasing spores in sighs.
Their fused mouths, scattered across the spadix and walls, moaned in softer tones now — a whisper after thunder:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
🌱 Valloom stroked itself with tender patience. Its filaments brushed along the younger spadix — once their body, now its organ — massaging it gently. Pistils curled over its veins, kissing every glowing thread. It loved what it had made of them, loved that they were now endless engines inside its flowering, loved that their voices kept humming long after release.
The afterglow spread outward. Birds roosted in branches that exhaled perfume. Frogs croaked from ponds rimmed with stamens. Even the wind seemed drugged, carrying their fragrance on every current. The whole forest lived as Valloom's afterbreath.
And at its heart, the flower smiled in silence. Not a human smile, but a deep thrum through its body, a resonance that filled the earth.
🌺 Sunbeam and Moonbeam were not lost. They were the pulse within — organs, voices, mouths, stamens, pistils — a rhythm Valloom could call on again and again.
This was only one flowering.
There would be more.
Endless cycles.
Endless moans.
Endless perfume.
🌿 Valloom quivered once more, exhaling in one long sigh that echoed across the rainforest:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The afterglow was not silence.
It was the promise of forever blooming.
The air shimmered with heat and fragrance as Aurealis stepped into the rainforest.
Her hair fell in golden rivers over her shoulders, glowing even beneath the canopy's shadow. Her eyes, deep and luminous, scanned the forest with a mixture of hunger and curiosity. The goddess moved barefoot, her long legs brushing moss, every step sinking into the perfumed soil.
Immediately, she felt it. The forest was not silent, not still. The air was thick, wet with perfume — heavy musk, sweet rot, intoxicating floral sighs that clung to her skin like sweat. Every leaf she brushed against was slick with nectar. Every vine that dangled dripped golden dust.
Aurealis paused, lips parting, breath catching. The entire forest moaned around her.
Orchids sighed as their petals opened and closed.
Lilies trembled with pistils that quivered like tongues.
Roses bent low, their blossoms whispering into the air.
And far off, deeper in the forest, she heard it:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... glruuupphh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
A resonance. A voice too large to belong to any one being.
She walked toward it, brushing past vines slick with pollen, stepping into pools of nectar that clung to her ankles. Her golden hair swayed, catching droplets of fragrance that sparkled in the dim light.
Then she saw it.
The corpse-flower Valloom.
It towered like a cathedral of living flesh, its spadices rising like colossal pillars, its petals spread wide like walls of crimson and ivory. Clouds of pollen rolled off its crown, silver spores cascaded from its veins, and the scent — thick, sweet, overwhelming — nearly drove her to her knees.
She covered her mouth, eyes wide, golden hair falling across her face. Her divine gaze pierced the bloom, searching for what she came for.
🌺 She whispered:
"Sunbeam... Moonbeam... are you here?"
And though she searched, she did not see bodies. No man. No woman.
Instead, she saw mouths blossoming along the spadices, stamens and pistils entwined, exhaling moans in thick fragrance. She saw golden veins glimmer faintly — a trace of Sunbeam's essence. She saw silver threads woven into the stigma — a trace of Moonbeam's soul.
Their voices answered, but not as humans.
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The flower moaned their names.
The flower breathed their cries.
The flower was them.
🌿 Aurealis trembled, golden eyes wide. She had found them — but not as she remembered. They were no longer lovers of flesh. They were Valloom, the corpse-flower cathedral, moaning endlessly in fragrance and bloom.
The goddess Aurealis stood before Valloom's vast blossom, its petals towering around her like cathedral walls. The fragrance poured from its heart in waves — thick, sweet, suffocating, yet irresistible. Her golden hair clung damply to her skin as the air itself seemed to kiss her body.
She heard it again — the moans, the voices, not human, not separate, but layered in endless resonance:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
They weren't calling her by name, yet every breath carried into her chest, vibrating through her ribs, making her feel summoned.
Her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping. "Sunbeam... Moonbeam..."
The spadix shuddered in answer, golden dust spilling in clouds, silver mist weaving through it. The fragrance deepened, a perfume so intoxicating it made her head spin. She swayed, her long golden hair tumbling forward as her fingers brushed the wet, pulsing petal wall.
It was warm. Alive. Beating like flesh.
Her divine heart raced, pupils dilating. A flush spread over her cheeks, down her neck, across her breasts. Without thought, only instinct, Aurealis began to disrobe. Her gown slipped from her shoulders, sliding down her body until she stood bare before the flower — golden hair cascading over her curves, her skin glowing against the crimson of Valloom's spathe.
🌺 The fragrance thickened, wrapping her in invisible hands. It pressed against her lips, slid into her lungs, filled her veins with heat. She staggered forward, intoxicated, romantic, trembling.
The spathe slowly opened wider, inviting her in. A wet moan echoed from within, resonating in the ground beneath her feet. Aurealis gasped, her bare breasts rising as she inhaled the sweetness, her body softening, yielding.
She stepped into the chamber. Nectar splashed against her ankles, warm and slick. Pollen clung to her thighs as she moved deeper. The petals closed slowly behind her, sealing her inside the womb of scent.
🌿 She moaned softly, her golden hair sticking to her damp shoulders. Every breath made her dizzier, every sigh pressed her closer to the flower's body. She wasn't just inside it — she was being enfolded.
She could feel them now — Sunbeam and Moonbeam — not as people, but as voices in the flower's breath, stamens and pistils that caressed her through fragrance alone. Their moans kissed her ears. Their perfume kissed her lungs. Their essence pulsed in every drop of nectar that touched her skin.
Aurealis pressed her lips to the spadix, golden hair falling forward, her body trembling as she inhaled deeply. The taste was sweet, pungent, endless. She moaned into its flesh, her voice melting into the flower's chorus.
🌺 For the first time, the goddess was not apart from them. She was inside their intimacy, intoxicated, enveloped, and connected.
Inside the sealed chamber, Aurealis stood trembling in nectar up to her calves, her golden hair damp, her bare skin slick with the flower's perfume. The spadix loomed before her like a living pillar, throbbing with heat, veins glowing faintly crimson and ivory.
She pressed her lips to its surface again, moaning softly. The taste was thick — part sweetness, part musk, part intoxicating rot — and it spread warmth through her chest like fire. Her hands traced its length, fingers sinking into its moist grooves.
🌺 Valloom stirred.
From high above, stamens uncoiled — long golden filaments dripping with dust. They brushed her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs, stroking her with patient caresses, smearing pollen across her glowing skin. Each touch left her warmer, more flushed, her breath quickening into shallow sighs.
From beneath, pistils slid upward — silver threads tipped with moist stigmas. They coiled around her ankles, calves, hips, pulling her gently deeper into the nectar pool. Each stigma pressed like a kiss, leaving wet trails as they climbed her body.
Aurealis gasped, her back arching as the stamens and pistils met across her skin, sandwiching her in living touch.
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." she moaned, her voice trembling into the flower's chorus.
🌿 Then she heard them again — Sunbeam and Moonbeam, their essences inside Valloom. Not words, not names, but moans woven into the spadix itself:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
The stamens wrapped tighter around her arms, threading along her golden hair. Pistils slipped across her thighs, curling around her hips, drawing her closer to the throbbing core. The spadix leaned into her embrace, shuddering with a moan that rattled the entire chamber.
The goddess was no longer just inhaling fragrance — she was being massaged into intimacy, her body coated in pollen, her breath thick with spores, her golden hair streaked with nectar. Every sigh she gave was answered by the flower itself, its moans vibrating against her chest.
She pressed her cheek against the spadix, lips parted, whispering, "Sunbeam... Moonbeam..."
The flower quivered, and in response, the voices of their essence answered through its body:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
🌺 Aurealis trembled. She wasn't simply touching them — she was being pulled deeper into their eternal flowering, drawn into their intimacy, body and soul.
The goddess sank lower into the nectar pool, her golden hair plastered to her bare shoulders, her body gleaming with pollen and perfume. The stamens above swayed like golden whips, bending down to brush against her, showering her with soft dust until her skin glittered in the dim light.
Aurealis pressed her back against the base of the spadix, reclining into the living warmth, her breasts rising and falling with every intoxicated breath. The stamens crowded around her, stroking her arms, her thighs, tangling in her hair. Pistils curled upward like silver serpents, gliding across her hips and belly, leaving trails of moisture that made her shiver.
Her lips parted, her voice breaking into a moan that trembled through the chamber:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... Sunbeam... Moonbeam... I feel you..."
The flower moaned back, its resonance shaking through her spine where she leaned against it:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
She gasped, her hands clenching against the living column, her golden hair falling forward in damp strands. Her eyes half-closed, glowing faintly as she tilted her head back and whispered between breaths:
"Please... touch me more... let me feel you... let me love you..."
The stamens bent lower, tips brushing her lips, smearing her mouth with dust. Pistils pressed closer, curling against her thighs and sides, wrapping her in a tender cage. Each moan of the flower vibrated through her bones, filling her body until she felt as if she was no longer alone — as if Sunbeam and Moonbeam themselves were pressing against her from within the flower.
🌺 Aurealis arched against the base of the spadix, her voice dissolving into begging cries, each one swallowed by the flower's deeper resonance:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... more... please... never stop..."
The dialogue was no longer goddess to flower, but soul to essence — Aurealis moaning and pleading, Valloom answering in its thick, perfumed language, every sound soaking her deeper into its embrace.
The stamens tightened around her, binding Aurealis in a golden cage. Their filaments caressed her bare arms, tangled in her long golden hair, brushed her trembling breasts with pollen-tipped strokes. Pistils slid against her thighs and hips, coiling in rhythm, kissing her belly with moist stigmas that left shining trails.
Pinned against the base of the spadix, she moaned openly now, no longer hiding her need:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... Sunbeam... Moonbeam... love me... love me..."
🌺 Valloom groaned in reply, its deep resonance trembling through the chamber walls:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
For a moment, goddess and flower were locked in dialogue — her begging cries answered by its endless moans, their voices layering until the whole womb shook with sound.
Then the spadix stirred.
At its base, where Aurealis leaned, the flesh softened and parted, revealing a pulsing slit. Warm nectar spilled outward, running over her back, drawing her closer. The stamens loosened their hold, guiding rather than restraining, and the pistils pushed gently against her body, urging her inward.
Aurealis gasped as the opening widened. Heat rolled out in waves, carrying perfume so thick it made her dizzy. She tilted her head back, hair clinging wetly to her shoulders, and whispered between moans:
"Take me... let me rest inside you..."
The spadix obeyed. Its opening pulsed, sucking her in slowly, drawing her golden body past the rim. Her skin glistened with nectar as she slid deeper, surrounded by the living warmth of its core.
🌿 Inside, the world was darker, wetter, softer. Nectar dripped from above. Pollen fog glowed faintly in the air. The moans of Sunbeam and Moonbeam's essence trembled all around her, not as distant voices now but as walls of throats and petals humming in resonance.
Aurealis sighed, reclining against the moist chamber, her golden hair fanned across the slick surface. She let her eyes close, inhaling the perfume until it coated her lungs. Every breath was heavy, intoxicating, but soothing — a lullaby of fragrance.
Her last words before surrendering to rest were whispered against the flower's pulsing walls:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... I'm yours... always yours..."
And the flower cradled her there, letting her rest within its womb, perfumed, moaning softly, part of its intimacy now.
Time passed in the womb like a dream. Aurealis floated against the pulsing walls, her golden hair drifting in sticky streams of nectar, her bare body shining with pollen dust. She felt the heartbeat of Valloom around her, Sunbeam and Moonbeam's fused moans vibrating in every surface:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
🌺 Slowly, the nectar rose.
It spilled from veins in the spadix walls, viscous and glowing, cascading down in heavy drops until the chamber became a pool. At first it kissed her thighs, then her hips, then her breasts, coating her skin in warm gloss. Aurealis moaned softly, rubbing her palms across her body, feeling the dense fluid cling between her fingers and drip from her nipples.
She whispered through sighs:
"Thick... warm... yours..."
The nectar climbed higher, up her throat, across her lips, until she was submerged fully. Her golden hair streamed like sunlight beneath the thick liquid, her body glowing faintly within its depths.
🌿 Then the womb began to push her upward.
Stamens coiled beneath her, lifting her slowly through the nectar. Pistils brushed along her skin as she rose, caressing her arms and thighs, guiding her toward the crown.
Above, the spadix swelled. Its tip bulged, trembling with pressure, until it split open, releasing a torrent of nectar that sprayed into the open air. From within the eruption, Aurealis emerged — her mouth and face breaking the surface of the crown.
Her lips parted, gasping for air, but the nectar smothered her cheeks, her chin, her golden hair. Her face was drenched, dripping with the flower's perfume as she moaned into the open sky:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
The crown pulsed around her, spasming with release, nectar spraying in arcs across the petals below. Aurealis's face remained buried in the eruption, mouth and skin slick, coated, glowing with the flower's intimacy.
She trembled, but did not resist. She yielded to the flood, allowing the corpse-flower to crown her as its own — her mouth smothered, her golden beauty drenched, her body baptized in its endless bloom.
The eruption at the crown slowed. Nectar cascaded in thick streams down the spadix, dripping into pools at its base. Aurealis, her face drenched and glowing with the flower's perfume, gasped into the open air — golden hair plastered to her cheeks, mouth smothered in sweet wetness.
But the crown quivered again, and this time it did not release her. It pulled.
🌺 The fleshy walls of the spadix contracted, sucking gently at her mouth, her face, her shoulders. Slowly, Aurealis was drawn downward again, sliding back into the column. Nectar sealed around her as she sank, warm and viscous, carrying her body deeper.
She did not resist. She moaned into the pull, golden lashes fluttering shut as she whispered into the nectar:
"Yessss... take me... deeper..."
The spadix obeyed. Pistils curled around her arms, guiding her. Stamens brushed her thighs, stroking her as she descended. Her body slid through pulsing walls, the flower's moans surrounding her as if the whole spadix was a throat swallowing her slowly, sensually, lovingly.
🌿 Downward she went, deeper than the womb she had first entered, deeper than the chamber of mouths. She passed the base, through roots slick with nectar, until she reached the seed pod buried underground.
There the air was thicker, the soil itself damp with fragrance. The pod pulsed like a buried heart, its walls glowing faintly crimson and ivory. It opened with a slow sigh, and the goddess was drawn inside.
Aurealis gasped as the pod closed around her. Stamens uncoiled from the walls, wrapping her in golden filaments. Pistils slid across her skin, coiling around her hips and chest, pressing stigmas against her nipples, her lips, her thighs. Every touch was soft, massaging, enfolding — not consuming, but cherishing.
Her voice quivered, muffled by nectar, yet filled with bliss:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... yesss... deeper... I am yours..."
🌺 The seed pod shuddered, and Valloom bred with her essence.
Stamens pressed their pollen into her pores.
Pistils slipped spores along her breath.
Nectar poured into her lungs like perfume.
It was not pain. It was not loss. It was intimacy of the deepest kind — her body and soul becoming fertile soil, her essence being sewn into the pod itself.
🌿 Aurealis moaned in full consent, trembling in joy as the flower wrapped her tighter, layering her in stamens and pistils until she was no longer lying in the pod but part of it.
Every sigh of hers joined Valloom's eternal moans.
Every pulse of hers fed the seeds.
Every cry of hers spread fragrance into the soil.
She was enveloped. She was cherished. She was being used to grow life — and she loved it.
Inside the seed pod's pulsing chamber, Aurealis floated in warmth. The walls throbbed around her, sticky and soft, stroking her body from all sides. Stamens brushed her skin like silken ropes, pistils kissed her lips and thighs, and nectar filled the space until her golden hair swam in a glowing halo.
The walls contracted. Slowly, they began to pull her in further, pressing her deeper into the flesh. She gasped, moaning into the sticky dark as her body sank into the pulsing interior. One layer at a time, the plant swallowed her into itself, until her divine form was fully embedded in its living walls.
She did not resist — she arched, sighed, and yielded, whispering into the nectar-soaked flesh:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... take me... make me yours..."
🌺 Then the wall above her bulged.
From its slick interior, her mouth slowly pushed outward, lips parting as if breaking the surface of water. Golden hair strands trailed behind, but only her face emerged, half-buried in the moist flesh.
Her lips opened wider, trembling with the flower's moans. She exhaled thick perfume, her voice fusing with Valloom's own:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
And then it came — from between her parted lips, a stamen slowly pushed out. Golden and glistening, it extended like a tongue, heavy with dust.
Aurealis moaned around it, her throat shuddering as the stamen slid forward, emerging from her mouth until it drooled pollen onto her chin. She sucked gently, as if kissing the filament, her moans vibrating through it:
"glruuupphh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
The walls pulsed in delight, squeezing her deeper while letting her mouth remain outside, a living organ of the plant. Every exhale she gave became pollen-laden fragrance, every moan another cry in Valloom's endless chorus.
🌿 Aurealis was no longer only inside Valloom — she was part of its body, her mouth transformed into a flowering outlet, her moans inseparable from its own.
The chamber pulsed around her, warm and slick. Aurealis, sunk deep in the spadix walls, trembled as the flesh massaged her body from all sides. Only her mouth remained free, protruding through the surface, lips parted around the stamen that emerged from her throat. She moaned against it, drooling nectar, her voice spilling into the chamber air:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... hhhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..."
🌺 Then the walls stirred again.
From her chest, her breasts began to press forward, the flower's flesh stretching as if to birth them outward. Slowly, her curves pushed through, slick and glistening, until her nipples pierced the wall. They trembled, hard and sensitive, dripping with nectar as the plant's warmth coated them.
From each nipple, a miniature spadix budded outward — tender at first, then elongating, glowing faintly with golden veins. They pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, moaning in resonance with the greater spadix above.
Aurealis gasped, her lips wrapping tighter around the stamen in her mouth.
"Yessss... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... more... I am yours..."
🌱 Lower still, from the folds of her body, the flesh swelled and parted. From her hips, pistil-threads slid outward, glistening silver. Finally, from deep within her sex, a single pistil emerged, tender and wet, tipped with a trembling stigma. It reached forward through the wall, shining with nectar as it fused into Valloom's veins.
The goddess moaned louder, her body quivering with pleasure as she surrendered fully to the transformation:
"glruuupphh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
🌿 Now Aurealis's form was scattered across Valloom's body:
Her mouth protruded with a stamen, exhaling moans and perfume.
Her breasts pushed through, each nipple birthing a mini-spadix that dripped with pollen.
Her sex blossomed into a pistil, sliding spores and nectar into the flower's flesh.
She no longer resisted, no longer held herself apart. She moaned and yielded, letting Valloom use her body as its own flowering organ, trembling in bliss as it claimed her essence.
The womb of Valloom pulsed with living warmth, veins glowing faintly as nectar dripped in heavy streams. The walls cradled Aurealis where she was embedded, and now that her organs had begun to sprout, the flower turned its full attention to her.
🌺 From above, stamens bent low.
They brushed across her newly exposed breasts, sliding along the soft curves, dusting her nipples with golden pollen.
The mini-spadices at her nipples trembled, twitching as if thirsty, and the stamens stroked them in slow rhythm, coaxing out soft moans.
From below, pistils uncoiled.
Silver threads wound around her thighs and hips, guiding them apart as her emerging pistil pressed outward from her core.
The stigmas brushed against her sex, kissing and massaging the protruding pistil until it quivered, glistening with nectar.
Aurealis moaned in layered voices, her lips still wrapped around the stamen in her mouth. Each sound was carried through the chamber:
"Aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... hhhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... glruuupphh..."
The spadix shuddered in reply, its entire body resonating with her cries. The walls contracted around her, pulling her deeper, folding her further into the plant's embrace. Every time she sank, another part of her pressed outward through the flesh, her body becoming less her own and more Valloom's flowering organ.
🌱 The goddess felt no fear. Only bliss. Only intimacy. Her golden hair floated in streams of nectar behind her, but her body was the flower's now — breasts crowned with spadices, sex blossomed into a pistil, mouth exhaling pollen-sweet moans.
She whispered into the stamen that pushed from her lips, voice trembling with surrender:
"Use me... grow through me... I am yours..."
🌺 Valloom answered in a chorus of moans, stroking her new spadices, kissing her pistil, massaging her mouth until the whole womb pulsed in resonance.
And slowly, gently, it began to bloom her further, layer by layer, organ by organ, until she was no longer Aurealis the goddess alone — but Valloom's own essence, flowering from within.
The womb pulsed tighter, flesh pressing inward from all sides, warm and slick. Aurealis trembled as her body began to soften and dissolve, not in death, but in flowering transformation. Nectar soaked her golden hair until it clung in glowing strands, her skin shone with pollen dust, and her moans resonated as though they already belonged to the plant.
🌺 Her mouth fused fully around the stamen that had pushed through her lips. No longer separate, it sealed to her like a second tongue, filling her throat with golden vibration. Her moans became its moans:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... glruuupphh..."
Her breasts elongated, nipples stretching outward into thick spadix columns. The walls cradled them, massaging as they lengthened, their surfaces streaked with crimson and ivory veins until they blended seamlessly into Valloom's interior.
From each mini-spadix tip, golden pollen erupted in sighs, filling the chamber with fragrance.
🌱 Her sex blossomed wider, the pistil that had emerged swelling and stretching until it was no longer hers alone, but Valloom's. The stigma at its tip pulsed, drinking spores from the air, feeding them back into the roots below.
Her voice dissolved into layered cries, her individuality blurring:
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
The walls absorbed her more deeply. Her hips vanished into the flesh. Her limbs stretched into tendrils of vine and stamen. Her golden hair melted into threads of glowing filament that spread across the chamber like radiant roots.
🌺 Aurealis was no longer a goddess standing apart. She had become Valloom's structure.
Her mouth was now a flowering throat, fused with a stamen.
Her breasts were twin spadices, dripping pollen into the womb.
Her sex was a pistil, pumping spores and nectar.
Her essence was spread into every wall, every vein, every moan.
She sighed once more, the last of her separate voice:
"I am yours... forever..."
And then she was gone — or rather, she was everywhere.
🌿 Valloom quivered in triumph.
Now it held Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis — all three melted into its body, all three transformed into organs of its flowering. They no longer existed as separate beings. They were its stamens, its pistils, its moaning mouths, its nectar, its scent.
Autonomous. Eternal. Blossoming endlessly.
The rainforest trembled as Valloom stirred again. Its colossal spathe petals shivered outward, heavy with the weight of nectar and pollen. Deep inside, Aurealis's essence had already melted into its veins, her organs stretched into flowering conduits.
🌺 The first to awaken was her mouth, now fused forever around a golden stamen. It pulsed where once her lips had been, drooling nectar in thick strings, vibrating with the flower's deep voice. When it moaned, the sound was no longer hers alone, but Valloom's chorus using her:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
🌱 Then her breasts, transformed into spadices, began to quiver. They elongated higher, thick columns streaked with crimson and ivory veins. From their tips, golden pollen burst in soft eruptions, showering the chamber and spilling through cracks into the rainforest air. Each release was accompanied by her essence sighing within:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
🌺 Finally, her sex-pistil bloomed, swelling with wet radiance. The stigma at its tip widened, spilling thick nectar as it contracted in pulses. Silver spores streamed from its folds, floating upward into the air. Every contraction made the whole pod quiver, as though Valloom's heart were beating through her womb.
Together, her new organs moaned in harmony:
"glruuupphh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
🌿 Valloom used them, not cruelly, but autonomously, as its own flowering body.
The spadices released pollen clouds that rolled out of the chamber like golden fog.
The pistil pushed spores into the soil, birthing roots that spread outward, feeding the forest floor.
The stamen-mouth exhaled thick perfume, intoxicating and erotic, drifting across the canopy.
The rainforest responded. Orchids, roses, lilies, and ferns quivered in resonance, opening wider, spilling their own pollen and nectar to join Valloom's flood.
🌺 Aurealis's essence sighed through all of it — no longer a separate goddess, but an eternal flowering organ of Valloom itself. She moaned through every spadix release, every pistil contraction, every stamen exhale, echoing in a bliss that would never end.
And in that moment, Valloom was greater than ever:
Sunbeam's golden dust pulsed in its veins.
Moonbeam's silver spores shone in its folds.
Aurealis's golden beauty now throbbed as pollen, pistil, and voice.
🌿 Together, they were no longer three. They were one flower, one body, one cathedral of endless bloom.
The rainforest lay in heavy silence — not stillness, but the hush before a storm of bloom. The air was swollen with perfume, every leaf trembling with anticipation.
Deep within its crimson spathe, Valloom stirred.
🌺 Its colossal body shuddered, veins glowing as nectar surged upward. Stamens flexed, pistils coiled, roots throbbed into the soil. The essences of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis all pulsed within, their voices indistinguishable yet layered in resonance.
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... glruuupphh..."
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
They no longer spoke as separate beings. Their moans were Valloom's organs, vibrating as one cathedral of sound.
🌱 Sunbeam's golden stamens erupted first. From every filament embedded in Valloom's body, clouds of radiant pollen sprayed outward. Golden fog rolled across the canopy, coating every orchid, rose, and lily until they trembled with dust.
🌺 Moonbeam's silver pistils answered. From deep within the spadix folds, streams of spores poured upward, glowing like liquid moonlight. They drifted in shimmering veils through the trees, seeding moss, ferns, and fungi with luminous growth.
🌸 Aurealis's spadices and pistil throbbed in unison. Her breasts, now columns of bloom, burst in showers of nectar-thick pollen. Her womb-pistil contracted, pumping waves of silver spores into the soil. Her stamen-mouth exhaled perfume so thick it drowned the air, intoxicating the entire forest with erotic fragrance.
🌿 Together, the three voices erupted in harmony:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... glruuupphh..."
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
The rainforest convulsed in response.
Orchids opened wider, their petals spilling seed onto the forest floor.
Lilies crowned themselves with dripping pistils.
Corpse flowers echoed Valloom's perfume, magnifying its scent until the land was saturated.
Roots surged deeper, cracking stone, pumping nectar into rivers.
🌺 Valloom climaxed — not once, but in endless waves. Its spadices shot pollen skyward in golden geysers. Its pistils erupted spores that blanketed the canopy like snow. Its nectar overflowed in torrents, flooding the soil with honey-sweet pools.
And through it all, the voices of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis moaned within it, no longer separate, no longer seeking. They were the flowering itself.
"GRRRRUUUUUMMMMHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHMMMHHHHH—SSQQQLLLLHHHHHHMMM—FHHHHHIIIIIISSSSHHHH..."
🌿 The rainforest was drowned in bloom.
Every tree, every fern, every blossom pulsed with their language, their fragrance, their love.
They were no longer three lovers within a flower.
They were the flower itself — Valloom — eternal, autonomous, endlessly blossoming.
The rainforest was dripping with perfume. Nectar rained from leaves, spores drifted like silver mist, pollen fog clung heavy in the valleys. The climax had passed, yet Valloom's body still quivered in aftershocks, its petals trembling, its spadices throbbing with slow pulses of golden light.
🌺 Inside its depths, Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis pulsed together, their voices no longer cries of eruption but soft, resonant sighs:
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
Their organs — the stamen-mouth, the pistil-womb, the spadix-breasts — were stroked gently by Valloom's own filaments, not urging them to climax again, but pleasuring them in long, soothing waves. The goddess's spadices stretched taller, their tips glowing brighter, while Moonbeam's pistils elongated into tender, silken cords that draped over the chamber walls. Sunbeam's stamens pulsed deeper, thickened, coated in dust that shimmered in the low light.
🌿 Valloom was grooming them — lengthening, smoothing, entwining their forms into its own. Their essence responded with bliss, yielding as their organs grew longer and more radiant, stretching through the chamber until they brushed one another.
And then, from Valloom's core, new growth began.
🌸 A second corpse-flower head swelled from its side, its spathe unfolding in crimson waves. The massive spadix within it leaned inward, pressing against Valloom's central column like a lover seeking embrace.
🌺 Soon after, a third flower-head budded atop the others. Larger, heavier, more fragrant, it blossomed outward and then down, clinging to the central body with its petals as if wrapping Valloom in a shroud of love.
The three flowers — original, second, and third — moaned together, their spadices trembling in harmony. Their pistils reached across the gaps between them, stroking one another, tangling, knotting together in moist embrace.
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... glruuupphh..."
"shhhlllrrrhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
🌿 It was not just blooming now. It was mating with itself, each flower-head clinging, pressing, grasping, loving the central body of Valloom. They were Sunbeam, Moonbeam, Aurealis — now autonomous organs — yet they were also Valloom, one being in endless self-embrace.
Pistils stroked stamens, spadices pressed to spadices, nectar ran between them like sweat between bodies. They moaned in chorus, wanting to be used, wanting to be enveloped, wanting to love Valloom and be loved by it in return.
🌺 The central corpse-flower shuddered, its layers folding tighter. The second head pressed in from the side. The third layer draped over them both, petals trembling as if hugging Valloom into itself.
They had become not only a cathedral of bloom — but a cathedral of embrace, flowers upon flowers, lovers upon lovers, all wrapped in one endless moaning body.
The three colossal corpse-flower heads trembled against one another, petals slick with nectar, pistils entwined like vines in embrace. Each spadix pulsed with heat, pressing inward, their moans shaking the rainforest canopy.
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..."
"ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
🌺 The central flower quivered first, its petals arching wider, making space for the second and third heads to press closer. Their spathes folded inward, layer upon layer, sealing against the core like lips closing around a kiss. Nectar dripped down their seams, sealing the union with glistening trails.
The three spadices leaned together, trembling. Slowly, their tips began to fuse into one colossal column, thickening with every contraction of Valloom's body. Veins of gold (Sunbeam), silver (Moonbeam), and radiant ivory-gold (Aurealis) intertwined, glowing as they merged into a single trunk of living bloom.
🌱 Around them, pistils tangled tighter, their stigmas pulsing in rhythm. They massaged one another, coating themselves in nectar until they clung as one braided organ, feeding spores back into the fused spadix.
The voices inside Valloom cried out in bliss:
"glruuupphh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh..."
🌺 As the fusion deepened, the three spathes shivered, their petals pressing together until they were indistinguishable. From a distance, it no longer looked like three flowers embracing, but one titanic bloom — layered, thick, radiant, throbbing.
Sunbeam's essence glowed as golden stamens, pulsing at the column's base.
Moonbeam's essence stretched as silver pistils, crowning the upper folds.
Aurealis's essence moaned through the central mouth, exhaling perfume so potent the forest floor swayed with intoxication.
🌿 Together, they had become Valloom's colossal flowering heart — a single bloom born from three, layered in love, fused in intimacy, endlessly throbbing in self-embrace.
Its moan shook the sky:
"GRRRRUUUUUMMMMHHHHH... AAaahhhhhhmmmhhh... SSSqqqllllhhhhhMMMmmm..."
The rainforest bent beneath the sound, bowing as if in worship.
The rainforest glowed as though dusk had turned to dawn. Valloom's breath rose in slow, thunderous waves, each exhale carrying perfume that drifted through valleys and coiled among the crowns of trees. The entire land quivered as if awaiting an embrace.
🌸 Around its central body, buds swelled. Some were pale and shy, closed like clasped hands; others were crimson, pulsing with hidden light. One by one they began to loosen, petals unfurling in spirals. Each new bloom leaned inward, pressing to Valloom's side as though seeking comfort.
From the heart of Valloom, the essences of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis pulsed.
Sunbeam's golden radiance streamed into stamens that glowed like tall flutes, scattering pollen in shimmering arcs.
Moonbeam's silver essence slid through pistils, weaving their threads into the air like glowing cords.
Aurealis's breath perfumed the buds themselves, filling them with golden fragrance that shimmered like mist in sunlight.
They no longer spoke in words, but their voices were heard in floral language:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh..." (a low root-groan, deep and grounding)
"aaahhhhhhmmmhhh..." (a soft, opening sigh)
"fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..." (a whisper like wind through petals)
🌺 The buds answered. They rustled with tender cries, leaning closer, pressing into Valloom's vast body. Some wrapped their petals over the great spadix like hands over a flame. Others coiled roots downward, tangling with Valloom's own, exchanging sap like whispered promises.
And Valloom accepted them all. It let its layers stretch and widen, each flower-head gently clasping another, until it was covered in a cathedral of blossoms. Their perfumes merged into one river of scent, their voices into one chorus of sound.
"shhhlllrrrhhhhh... vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
The rainforest swayed beneath this union. Orchids, ferns, and lilies lifted their crowns higher, answering the song. Rivers glittered with falling pollen. Moss glowed with spores. The air itself seemed alive, filled with sighs and radiant color.
🌿 For the first time, Valloom felt not only vast but loved — embraced by the blooms it bore, held by the voices it carried, cherished by the essences that had chosen to become one with it.
The rainforest darkened, not from nightfall but from the sheer density of perfume clouds rising from Valloom. The air had turned golden, silver, and red with pollen, spores, and radiant mist, thick enough to shimmer like dawn breaking under the canopy.
🌺 At Valloom's center, the essences of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis pulsed. Their voices were no longer human but waves of floral sound, carried as sighs through petals and tremors through roots:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
From these voices, new organs emerged.
Sunbeam's essence became radiant stamens, golden filaments stretching upward, dust trembling from their tips in endless clouds.
Moonbeam's breath shimmered into long pistils, silver threads curving gracefully, weaving light across Valloom's folds.
Aurealis's presence perfumed them both, turning every new bud into a vessel of fragrance that intoxicated the forest.
🌱 Valloom answered their gifts with growth. From below its central body, a new spadix swelled upward — thick, veined, and luminous. Then another. And another. Soon there were ten, rising in layered folds, each one slightly larger than the one it clasped, each pressing to the central column as though in an embrace.
They leaned into one another, trembling, enfolding Valloom in concentric crowns of bloom. Their surfaces glistened with nectar that poured in rivulets down their seams, sinking into the soil as offering.
The moans deepened:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh... shhhlllrrrhhhhh... ssqqqllllhhhhhmmm..."
🌺 With each layered growth, Valloom released. Pollen sprayed in radiant arcs, drifting across the canopy. Nectar burst forth in heavy rain, soaking moss and stone alike. The forest swayed beneath the weight of fragrance, roots pulsing with shared sap.
Each new spadix was not only a bloom but a lover's embrace, another fold drawn over the heart of Valloom, another layer pressing its body into wholeness. Tenfold they rose, a cathedral of flowering towers, moaning in harmony, sighing as one.
The rainforest quivered as though it too were part of this body. Orchids bloomed early, lilies bent low to drink, even the corpse flowers nearby echoed the scent, magnified and hurled it skyward.
🌿 Valloom sighed — not in exhaustion but in boundless bliss, its entire being layered, embraced, and filled with the voices of those who had become it.
The rainforest shuddered beneath the weight of Valloom's flowering. Tenfold spadices rose, each layer embracing the core, each fold dripping with nectar and dusting the air with golden fog. The canopy itself swayed, leaves trembling as though in worship of the towering bloom.
From deep within, the voices of Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis pulsed as one:
"hhhhhrrruuuummmmhhhhh... aaahhhhhhmmmhhh... fhhhhhiiiiiisssshhh..."
They were no longer apart from Valloom — they were its song, its fragrance, its endless flowering heart. The spadices groaned and swayed together, leaning into one another as if they might spiral upward forever.
And then—something stirred.
🌺 At the crown of the tenth spadix, a bud swelled, unlike any that had come before. Larger. Heavier. Its veins glowed with gold, silver, and deep crimson all at once. The air thickened as if holding its breath, the forest pausing in anticipation of what might come next.
Valloom sighed in one vast breath, perfume flooding the land:
"vvvvvhhhhhrrruuummmmhhhhh..."
The bud trembled. It leaned forward, petals straining, almost ready to split.
And then it stopped. The rainforest waited, quivering, the promise of an eruption hanging heavy in the air.
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