RedCherry

Quiet Garden, Loud Moans 🍃🌸

Added 2025-08-18 18:00:06 +0000 UTC

Characters:

Émile – a femboy with long black hair in a braid, wearing a dress, feminine-looking, shy, obedient.
Adrien – his bold and confident friend, taller, strong hands, large down there, always takes the lead.

[Daytime. The garden behind the house. A light breeze rustles the leaves. Between the lilac bushes—shade and silence.]

Adrien: (whispers, standing behind)
— Are you sure you want this, Émile?.. We can stop anytime.

Émile: (nervously nods, not turning around)
— I… I’m just nervous. It’s the garden… what if someone—

Adrien:
— We’re alone. Only the birds and your shadow on the grass.
(places his hand on Émile’s waist)
— Relax. I’ll be gentle. Just how you like it.

Émile:
— D'accord… I… I’m ready...

(Adrien slowly lifts the hem of Émile’s dress. Under the thin fabric—soft skin, a shy blush on Émile’s face.)

Adrien: (softly)
— Mmm… you're so tempting…
(his fingers slide over Émile’s backside; Émile flinches slightly)

Émile:
— Ah… Adrien, wait…
(but he doesn’t move, just bites his lip)

(Adrien presses in from behind, his warmth felt through the clothes. One push—and Émile gasps.)

Émile:
— Nnn…! S-so deep…
(his fingers dig into the grass)

Adrien: (whispers in his ear)
— You’re so tight, mon doux.
(starts moving slowly, each motion making Émile breathe harder)

Émile:
— Hah…! Are you… sure you’re all the way in?..
— Plap… plap…

Adrien:
— Almost. But you’re taking it so well. Good boy.
(a bit faster now, one hand on Émile’s chest, squeezing gently through the fabric)

Émile:
— Aaah… mmm… I feel every inch…
(turns his head slightly, lips parted, breath trembling)

Adrien:
— And I feel how you grip me… pulling me deeper.
— Plap… plap… squelch…

(They move together under the trees. Émile’s dress is bunched up, his bare thighs trembling. Adrien presses closer, steady and firm.)

Émile:
— Don’t stop… please…

Adrien:
— Turn around. I want to see your face.

(Émile lies back on the grass, his dress pushed up. He spreads his legs, eyes hazy.)

Émile:
— It feels… so awkward like this…
(nervous laugh)
— But I want you… like this…

Adrien: (kneels between his legs, caresses his thighs)
— You’re gorgeous… even the grass is jealous.
(enters him again, Émile throws his head back)

Émile:
— Aahh…! You're… really big...

— Plap… plap… squish…

Adrien:
— And you’re all mine. Every last bit.

(The rhythm gets rougher. Émile grips the grass, body arching. His voice breaks into comic-like moans:)

Émile:
— Aaah…! Mmh… S-so good…
— Schlk… plap… schlk…!

Adrien:
— Je vais… I’m close…
(he thrusts harder, deeper, Émile’s thighs trembling)
— Ready?

Émile:
— Inside… yes… I’m yours…!
(his face flushed, arms spread)

Adrien:
— Mmm…!

(He goes still deep inside. A few firm pulses—and warmth floods into Émile. He bites his lip, feeling it fill him.)

Émile:
— Aaah… Did… you finish?..

Adrien: (leans down, kisses his neck)
— Deep inside you… all of it.

Émile: (closes his eyes, smiling slightly)
— I… can feel it. Every drop…