She wasn’t sure how to start. She’d talked herself into it, using the plant to… what, exactly? She briefly considered kneeling back down, spreading her legs against the blue, silky smooth base of the plant. She could even imagine it was Desyre, her pale, smooth, perfect chest sliding against and around her as their eyes locked. She tensed hard at the thought, her cock bobbing to an undignified stop before her. She shook her head - it wouldn't work. She wasn't sure how she'd keep that up without kneeing herself on the hard rock, or if her tired legs would just give out halfway through.
That left the tendrils - the frill of giddily writhing pink tendrils, each no thicker than a lock of hair and equally numerous, creating a solid expanse of glistening pink movement from just below her groin to just below the level of her chest. Should she just....
Tentatively, she pushed her hips forward, stopped, and instead looked down at one hand, fingers spreading. She reached forward.
She was expecting to touch it, but there was nothing solid to touch, ever-moving tendrils sliding around and over each other and whipping past her fingers. She flinched back, stared down at her glistening fingertips. She brought them to her nose, smelling... nothing, just a vague wet smell. She'd tested this before, and found it to be mostly water, a little cellulose, some moisturising elements - just a general kind of lubricant secreted by the tendrils, presumably to keep themselves moist and limber. Mostly water - like it had been mostly milk. But she'd come too far to stop now, so gritting her teeth, she pushed her hand inside.
Her whole arm shivered, her body shaking and tensing reflexively, unsure if she was being tickled or iced or - or what! But she forced her arm to stay where it was and slowly her nerves began to adjust, letting her really feel what was happening. Her hand was enveloped in movement, warm and silky, feeling quite pleasant now the tendrils' movement had calmed down a little. Between the warmth and the wetness it felt a little like tongues, well, a lot like tongues, licking past her wrist, tracing down her palm, dipping between her fingers, encircling her digits, stroking. A few tendrils started to lick up the underside of her forearm, making her shudder violently again, but now for a very different reason.
"Oooooh," she cooed, enjoying the mounting sensations. Oh this would definitely work.
Hesitating just a few licks longer, she straightened her hips, and pushed them forward. She felt no resistance as her cock entered, literally no resistance, eyes closed and teeth gritted as she kept on waiting for the first touch. She had to look down to check, seeing her cock half inside the wall of tendrils, which had moved apart around her cock, as if avoiding touching it. Her heart sank - was her cock so - but she never got to finish the thought., The tendrils closed in.
She half felt them press against her shaft, the slight contact making her freeze instinctively, shivering with the effort of keeping still. Then they started to touch her properly, very lightly at first, experimentally brushing her tingling shaft, licking feather-soft against the underside, brushing the tip. She flinched, and the tendrils flinched away from her, creating an empty space around her tensing cock. God - just one touch of her tip had felt like, like... she had no idea! But if her hands had felt as good as sex, maybe, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She started to pull her hips back, but hesitated just one moment more. The tendrils had started closing in again, experimentally brushing her shaft, gently touching it on both sides, above and below, more touches enclosing her. It was being so gentle, yet still it felt so amazing her body shuddered from her curled toes to her aching nipples, her spine arching as her breaths became heavy, became involuntary moans -
"Mmmhm - ohh!"
Meanwhile her hand was positively enveloped in tendrils, licking her palm, finding every sensitive spot, coiling around and down her fingers, giving long licks of the sensitive skin under her forearm. Would it get like that on her cock too? Could she even take that? She didn't care, she wanted more!
She moved her hand, the tendrils flowing around her as she did, creating an ecstatic feeling as they all slid over her skin at once. She was gritting her teeth, as much from the raw sensation as from anticipation, as she brought her hand inwards, feeling the movement of the tendrils around her hand reaching and flowing over her unseen cock, until she knew her hand was open over her shaft amidst the forest of tendrils. Breathing faster and faster, she held her breath, closed her eyes, and closed her hand.
"FU - uh!" her cry was short and sharp as the tendrils clenched on her shaft, their wet warmth held around her by her own hand. It was all she could do to keep holding, as much reflexively trying to hold something to not fall back off the rock, her back was arched so far. The tendrils still moved within her grip, not frantically as though they were in pain, just with the same eager life they had before, every movement now felt clearly against her palm and so clearly around her shaft. She was still breathing fast, more out than in, her breath whistling between her lips as she struggled to control her reaction. God it almost felt like pain, but it absolutely wasn't, just so much raw sensation wrapped in a ring halfway down her shaft, sending sparks up her spine with every moment and creating an almost physical longing for more. Her breath quickening, she clenched her teeth, and slid the ring up.
"Nnnaa!" she cried weakly, feeling the slick warmth moving up her shaft, stopping just short of her madly tensing head. Then, bracing herself, she slid it back down, her hips bucking weakly the whole time, until the ring came to rest at the edge of the tendrils, halfway down her shaft.
She was panting heavily. She'd barely done anything and already she could feel the pressure starting to build in her abdomen, another orgasm already on the way. This would work, God this would work! She braced herself, and pushed her hips forward.
She only distantly heard her own voice, the moan heavy in her mouth as she thrust her shuddering cock all the way inside the plant, stopping only when her balls tapped the smooth surface below the tendrils, making her gasp despite herself. She was still holding the ring of tendrils around herself, but now she was holding it around her base, with her whole cock ahead to work with. Taking three more quick breaths, she slid the ring forward, cringing as she felt it travel up her shaft, groaning as she felt it travel all the way back. Her hips instinctively moved in opposition, another tap of her balls gasping her to a stop with the ring around her base and her body heavy above it. God this felt good, but it was so hard to do, it was just so much! Then she felt the ring moving again, leaving her hand behind as it slid up her shaft, keeping the same pressure around her as it moved all the way to just before her head. She realized her mouth was open, felt she'd made a noise but had no idea what it was, hearing her voice again as the ring steadily descended.
"Nngggh!" she groaned, her whole body shuddering, standing on her tiptoes, held up by the feeling around her cock. It reached her base, and she fell forwards, eyes wide as much from shock as disbelief. Had it learned?! She'd caught herself from falling too far, her hands holding onto the edges of the plant's body, the tendrils moving deliciously against the insides of her forearms as the ring squeezed and slid up her shaft, waited, then slid back down again.
"God - fuck - you did learn, you're copying me-UH - fuck!"
- it slid up again, descended to her base and instantly turned and slid up again. This was new! It wasn't waiting anymore between movements, but was starting to slowly stroke her up and down, that ring of delicious wet bliss squeezing up and down her shaft, slowly and methodically. And the ring seemed to be deepening, more tendrils pressing in to squeeze up and down, up and down.
Her hips were acting on their own, reflexively moving in opposition, pulling her back as it stroked up, pushing her forward as it stroked down, her body automatically responding by sinking her hips into the familiar rhythm of sex. But it wasn't one she could keep up for long, her tired limbs already feeling heavy. She was starting to slow when a feeling against her legs made her straighten away from it.
She looked down, saw pink tendrils reached out of the mass, curving around the sides of her upper thighs an inch from her skin, hesitant to touch again. Curious, she relaxed, and the tendrils moved in slowly, pressing their lengths against her legs, the contact travelling around her skin and under her rear on both sides. She realized she was cooing, enjoying the new touch. Then, gently but insistently, the tendrils tightened firmly around her legs, and pulled her into another slow thrust into the approaching stroke.
"Haaa!" she groaned. She felt the tendrils moving on her skin, their touch reaching further around her legs, between them, her body shivering on her toes as the tendrils slid to either side of her pussy, kept on circling round her legs until they'd overlapped themselves. Then they tightened, and pulled her hips back from the retreating stroke.
Breathing heavily, her breath caught as the tendrils pushed her in and pulled her back again. She was thrusting again into its strokes, neither of these things under her control, and a good thing too, as by now doing anything other than supporting her own weight was beyond her. Her fingers clutched the edge of the plant for support as it played and coiled around her arms and steadily thrust her into its strokes. And it felt SO MUCH BETTER now that she genuinely wasn't the one doing this. God this was, it was, God God God -
"Ah!"
Her whole body tensed, left frozen and shaking again. Something had touched her tip again, and she was sure she'd have flinched herself right off the rock if it hadn't been for the considerate grip of the tendrils around her legs. She could still feel it touching her tip, the shaking of her body moving her against it, feeling its warm slickness, tasting delicious but so astoundingly clear to her super sensitive head. The touch had come at the end of one stroke, and with mixed relief and disappointment the touch left as the tendrils pulled her back and stroked up her shaft, then stroked down again and thrust her all the way into another touch of her tip.
"Aaa!" her cry not wasn't as loud this time, the feeling just as intense but not so unexpected now, anticipated even, as it pulled her out and pushed her in again to another touch that spread over her tip, its warmth encircling her. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out, just a strangled cry. What was -?
She cried out as it pulled her out and pushed her in again, the touch opened to her tip and enveloping half her head.
"God in heav - AAA!"
- it pulled and pushed her firmly in, the touch drawing in her entire head.
Her body buckled, her legs giving out and her torso falling forward. But her fall stopped, as if frozen halfway. She looked down, seeing tendrils spiralled up both her arms, holding her steady.
"Well," her throat felt raw, how loud had she been? "Thank God for tha - AAA, AAA!"
The tendrils moved against her breasts. It felt like countless tongues licking her skin, like every spot of her breasts were being tasted and loved at once. Her back arched, which only pushed her chest further in, the tendrils not just licking but circling now, spiralling around and around them, giving a unified squeeze. Her head flew back, her eyes shut tight, and they squeezed again, making her cry out even louder. Then they pushed, applying pressure like her palms usually did, massaging deeply.
Her head dropped forward, hair hanging over her face, "Mmmmh," she moaned. It pushed again, cupping her breasts, its pressure moving round and round in circles, just like her hands did when she was starting things herself. God just like that! If only it knew how she liked to -
"OH! FU!" She hadn't realized it had NOT been touching her nipples until it did, tendrils reaching and touching wet round tips around her areolae, narrowing their circle of wet tingling bliss closer until they touched her aching nipples as one, and then squeezed.
"OH! OH! OH!" they kept squeezing, not stopping at one or twice like she usually did but going and going, pinching gently as the massaging pressure continued to circle her breasts, the combination of two sensations something she'd never before felt at once - and never so intensely! God, was she going to cum from just her breasts?!
She could feel her legs tensing, clenching inwards, her feet curling rhythmically as they did when she was getting close. She realized then that her feet weren't on the ground.
She looked down frantically, unable to see anything but the tendrils playing with her breasts, rolling over her skin and squeezing her nipples over and over. Biting back her moans she dragged her view away, looked around - why was the room tilted? She'd been lifted, and was now fully horizontal, as if laying face down over empty air, her tired arms holding her entire body up off the plant. No that wasn't right, she wasn't strong enough to do that at the best of times. She tried to shift her weight, feeling the tendrils coiled halfway up her arms, so soft yet firm, their hold strongly supporting her. More tendrils were still around the tops of her legs, looped there many times and spiralled halfway down her thighs, holding her legs up off the ground with the same soft firmness that supported her arms.
She realized then that it had let go of her cock, her sudden shift in position freeing her from its building ministrations, leaving it to focus on her chest, on her... God it knew just how to touch her! It was squeezing a little faster now, circling her breasts continuously, squeezing them occasionally too to draw little cries out of her building breaths. She still felt the pressure welling in her abdomen, each squeeze of her nipples bringing it just a little closer to the surface. God she could do it, she could cum from just her breasts! Then she felt herself starting to move.
It didn't let go of her chest nor miss a beat, careful touches transferred from one tendril to the next as her chest moved over their number. She felt her arms leaving the rim of the body, fingers reflexively reaching back for it, for anything, her arms lifted out to her sides. A strangled cry gasped out of her as she felt her cock rush into the forest of tendrils, the directionless movement sliding past her cock on all sides, no longer coy and gentle but rushing around her entire length, making the pressure in her abdomen shake and spasm to the very tip of her cock as it kept squeezing her chest too. She was close, so close, so fucking, gonna, gonna -
But then the last tendrils let go of her chest, their touch peeling off her skin from top to bottom as the tendrils were pulled out of reach, her cock parting free of the tendrils at the same time, leaving her whole body shaking and bucking impatiently with the pressure thundering in her abdomen, a hair's breadth from release. Fighting her own body's movements, she looked down.
She was held above the plant now, the tendrils holding her arms and legs now the only ones that were not lain flat. The rest of the frill had curled down away from the center of their mass, to reveal that small, pink opening. It was now the only thing that was moving, stretching wider, revealing a pink tunnel leading in, its surface criss-crossed with ridges and spiralling bumps, open in anticipation. And directly above it was her cock, still tensing on the very edge of the biggest orgasm of her life.
All of this she realized in wide eyed disbelief, just before the tendrils lowered her down.
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