For a crucial second, Sura asked herself the wrong question.
Her mouth was full of the mostly milk again, enough to make her hard enough for at least three more orgasms, if not more! How many had she had already, three, four? And before that?! And that last orgasm, GOD that last orgasm, the sadistic plant teasing her so long and so good she felt like she was going to die screaming for joy! If she bit the tendrils in her mouth, would that happen again? Could she take that again?
Should she bite or swallow? The wrong question - she should have been asking ‘how hard can I spit?’ But she was so focussed on thinking about the consequences of her actions that she didn’t see the obvious. Maybe part of her didn’t want to, thinking with awe at that last orgasm, all the ones before, all the ways it had touched her and had left to touch her.
It happened quickly, her body reacting to some combination of her subconscious wants and the fluid in her mouth. She felt herself breathe in sharply, her tongue flicking back. She swallowed. As soon as she’d started she couldn’t stop it, feeling the warmth rush down inside of her, leaving her staring wide eyed ahead, wondering what on earth she’d just done! She felt contact around her cock, wet slick folds pressing in on her from all sides, lightly then firmer, moving past her as her cock grew back to full erection inside the plant.
Why had she done that?! But that thought was instantly pushed to the back of her mind as the plant started thrusting her again.
A few last drops of sweetness flew out as she cried out in joy, feeling her rock hard cock plunged into the tight opening all over again, turning her aching need to a feeling of pure ecstatic rightness, feeling even better ever time she thrust. After all this time she still couldn’t believe just how fucking good it felt - the bumps spiralling up and down her thrusting cock, the folds opening and closing over her tensing head, her hips and balls rebounding the smooth skin over and over. She’d never felt anything like, like -
“OH GOD!”
She came without warning, pressure blasting out of her before she’d even felt it build, ending each spasming thrust in a hot burst of release she hadn’t needed. It felt amazing, so good, but nothing like before! A few heavenly spurts and it was over already, mere punctuation in the plant’s steady thrusting of her cock which now felt more tingly than divine, retreating from the pleasure rather than delving into it and letting it fill her completely.
She just had to hold on longer, she thought as her body thrust, she wasn’t even trying, that’s why she’d cum straight away. She tried to grip her knees around the plant’s body, gaining just enough purchase to thrust with her hips into the plant’s rhythm, driving her cock through the tingling aftershocks to force them to retreat behind enveloping warm joy again. Her body relaxed, her mouth opening to a gasping smile, a soft laugh startled out of her in time with her thrust. The sound stopped as she set her jaw firmly again. Not again, she had to focus, couldn’t just enjoy this amazing fucking feeling, how good it felt, how perfectly it enveloped her cock - no, focus! She had to try and hold on, or she’d cum again before she even got started! She gritted her teeth, tensed her body, making her bulge within the plant, making the sensations so much tighter and clearer, so much harder not to give in to. But still she fought for control, telling herself she had to hold on, let it build to a proper orgasm, give her chance to really enjoy it. She gritted her teeth harder, tensing firmer into each and every thrust. Then it grabbed her balls.
Her mouth was forced open by a high pitched groan as she felt it whip around the base of her balls and pull, squeezing her taut again, spiralling over her bulging shape. It made her feel just how full she was, her once spent body now brimming and aching for release again. But she didn’t want to, not yet, her back arching as she gritted her teeth and eyes and cock against the pressure building behind it, trying not to give in to the mounting heaven flowing through her cock, beckoning her to let go.
With a last possessive squeeze the tendrils let go of her balls, releasing a rush of need that flowing up into her cock all at once, making her cock and breath both spasm as the pressure in her abdomen shook and quavered.
“Not yet, not yet,” she whispered, her voice a squeak of determination.
The tendrils returned, cupping her balls, forcing the feeling of need into her as they pressed up against her body, just as she liked to do herself! Her body instantly felt the familiar signal that she was ready to cum.
“No - no - just - a little -” she squeaked, fighting her own instincts, “just- a little - more…” just barely, her thrusting body was still able to hold on instead of giving in to the pleasure. After all, she told herself, it was doing it wrong - when she held herself she used her fingertips to work her clit as well, filling her cock with the feeling of intense directness as she cupped her balls and came violently. God, just the thought of it nearly sent her over the edge, her body spasming and shaking as it thrust, the pressure in her abdomen churning and pushing for release. But no, not yet - it wasn’t right yet, she told herself. It wasn’t touching her clit, it was leaving it alone, letting for focus just on how much she ached with need there, longed to be touched, waited for it before she’d cum. Then she realized something, it hadn’t ever touched her clit!
No wonder it ached so! Even before in all the amazing teasing - she shuddered with the thought, fighting for control again - even before it hadn’t done it properly, come close but not touched her directly. That was how she’d hold on - she could focus on that, not on how it was thrusting her cock over and over, pressing her balls perfectly as they rebounded off the smooth skin over and over, fuck, God - no, no focus on her clit, on how imperfect it was without her clit, how incomplete, how much better it could be, should be, would be.
It touched her clit.
A single tendril took its place, its slick surface applying the barest pressure as it spiralled the first time. But it was enough. Her body couldn’t resist, her clit so sensitive she’d have cum even if it wasn’t now touching her exactly as she did when she wanted to cum, even if her entire focus centeredon how much she wanted it to touch her clit, her hard she’d cum if it did. Even if, she still would have cum -
“GUUH - UUH - ” the pressure exploded out of her again, and again, her eyes closed as her body spasmed into each new thrust of white hot bliss. And it kept on going this time, spurt after spurt, waves of pleasure filling her body as they rushed out of her, feeling so perfect, so - it started to subside.
“GUH, GH, Hh, Mmm,” she moaned, not wanting it to end, trying to hold onto the retreating joy inside her as all too soon it trickled out of her, left her tingling and retreating and wanting, “Mmm, more! I want mOH!”
It plunged into her pussy and rear again, thrusting madly straight into the right spots in time with its redoubled thrusts of her body. It pressed her balls and firmly circled her clit, each moment exploding throughout her hips and filling her cock with tension, growing tension, building, NOT YET!
“GUUUH-HUUUH-HUUH” she came again, still spasming in aftershocks as she spasmed a new, her cock feebly trying to push out pressure that wasn’t even there, barely a single spurt of joy filling her before it was over too soon, her cock spasming and shaking as the plant kept on thrusting madly. She fell forward, her face falling onto and moaning against its body, her hips writhing as it kept on thrusting them faster and faster. But it wasn’t going to work! It wanted more, she wanted more, but she couldn’t hold on, couldn’t not cum too soon, orgasming before she was even ready, before there was even anything there to release! And it kept going faster to try and make her ejaculate more, but she couldn’t hold on, couldn’t help it, couldn’t, couldn’t, God not again!
She opened her mouth and bit down hard.
Everything stopped. Her hips kept going, meekly trying to thrust against the plant, riding out a few fading spasms of what may have been another orgasm, she didn’t know anymore.
“Why -why - ” she tried to speak between heaving breaths “Why - ?”
Why had it stopped? Then she felt her cock vibrating, making her wince as she felt its whole body shake with the sound of it starting to grumble.
“Hnnng!” she groaned, the sound coming out from within her mouth still full of the plant’s body, her teeth trying in vain to sink into the taut skin. Her teeth! Her eyes flew open as she realized what she’d done, was still doing, her mouth releasing it straight away, returning instantly to desperately try to kiss it better instead. Her lips lavishing her desperate apology onto the plant’s unbroken skin, desperate for it to forgive her.
In time she realized its grumbling had stopped. Slowly, it starting to lift her body up again, making her breathing quicken as her hard cock sliding up its opening towards the top, ready to be thrust back in. But it had forgiven her, or at least believed her that it was an accident this time! Thank God, she breathed out, relief overcoming her at how narrowly she’d avoided that one. Why, if it hadn’t believed her than it would have…
She clenched her arms and legs in just before they were pulled past the top of the body. She held onto the slick surface, finding she could get just enough of a grip to slow her ascend to a stop. She heard the plant grumbling a little again, felt it vibrating on her cock, making her wince, felt the tendrils around her limbs tense, ready to pull her off. Quickly she leaned forward, touching her lips to the plant again, kissing insistently. Then very gently, she opened her mouth wide and touched her teeth to its skin.
Another grumble erupted out of it, loud but very brief, more of a reflex, quieting to a lower, more unsure sound almost instantly. She kissed, making the grumbling stop, then gently, meaningfully, bit it lightly again.
The grumbling was much less this time, quieting almost instantly, giving way to a long, thoughtful silence. Did it understand her? Her arms and legs still held onto the plant, only just, and wincing back her uncertainty, she raised one hand, bit it again teasingly as she gave the side a hearty slap.
A sharper sound vibrated out of it, less a grumble, more of a… yelp? That seemed to seal the deal, as it lifted her up, her limbs and lips sliding instantly off the surface, her breath catching as she waited for it to stop and lower her again, slide her back in any moment, start the cycle of building thrusting all over again with her having no hope of holding on. It lifted her all the way up... and kept lifting her until its lips popped off of her head, leaving her glistening cock throbbing above its opening, free. Then it started to turn her over.
She breathed out a sigh of absolute relief. It had understood - it knew she was asking it to edge her again, take control away and not let her cum so easily. It was going to be hard, God last time she’d begged it to let her cum, but that was better than just cumming non stop. Maybe she could take it better this time, not beg so loudly. Maybe. But her thoughts were interrupted with her movement, as she was stopped halfway, not turned all the way over but held upright over the plant instead. This was new!
She looked down, saw its tendrils lain flat, the sight getting closer as it gently lowering her back down until she was straddling the plant, its body pushing her legs apart and tendrils curling up to hold her thighs there, spread apart as she sat staring down at her aching cock. Had this really been a good idea?
She felt unsure, excited, hopeful. She heard it grumble again, making her breath catch but only a little, as she realized that the grumble sounded very, very different. It was still low and deep, but was much less forceful, far less like an angry growl, much more like a, like a low… chuckle?
Then she felt its opening reach up to kiss her pussy. Her whole body was tense with excited surprise, and again as she felt it kiss her anus, slid its lips up and over her pussy, tingling so lightly past her clit, open wide to kiss her balls.
“Fuck” she groaned, her back already arching. Its lips let go. It grumbled again, no… chuckled again, as all in front and behind her the tendrils reached in towards her...
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