Whispered Elegance: beerus x whis sex

Humid air, orchids blooming in beerus x whis sex. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, beerus x whis sex,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “beerus x whis sex… bloom… beerus x whis sex…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “beerus x whis sex!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.