Her flinches started to lessen, but the intensity didn’t, its sharp edge spreading into radiant pleasure that welled in her chest and between her legs, making her smile through her quivering breaths. Two of the tendrils spread out again to hold her pussy lips apart, the rest sliding their electric touch over her, up and down her, circling her opening, rising up towards her aching clit, the outer tendrils pressing her lips together so the rest could slide down between them, touching her inside and out and making her hips spasm with the feeling all the way down, all the way back up to just below her clit, then back down again. Then it touched her cock.
“AHH, AHH - !” she stared wide eyed at the ceiling as her cock spasmed and tensed madly, the feeling so freezingly intense it made her shiver - then, as the touch spread up her tensing abdomen, eased to blissful warmth . She fought her own body to look down, seeing this was all just from the first tendril touching her cock, holding just under her head, coiling and uncoiling under her ridge. Its slick surface whipped round and round her sensitive nerves, managing to hold its aim despite her cock’s best efforts to thrash free. It was just one tendril and it was making it hard for her to breathe, so she could scarcely believe it when she saw a round bunch of many tendrils lowering straight down towards her cock, their tips all pressed together, their center parting over her tip.
“MAH, FU, AH!” she stammered as the tips slid down around her head, many points of direct contact holding her tightly as they slid all the way down to her ridge, just above the coiling tendril. They held there, tingling against her, the tingling becoming spasming as they slid all the way back up to tighten and close over her tip, then opened onto her again.
She moaned, biting her lip hard, unable to look away. The other tendril coiled and uncoiled around her neck as the new tendrils slowly stroked her head in time with the tender stroking of her lips. Her body trembled, still held firmly by her arms and legs, flinching at the rhythmic, undulating grasp of the tendrils spiralled around her rear and massaging her breasts. Her voice shivered through her lips in long shaking moans of want, for more, for less, she didn’t know. She’d never felt so much, felt so many things, felt so intensely all at once. And it still wasn’t enough.
She realized she was nowhere near cumming! There wasn’t the slightest hint of a build inside her body, no pressure in her abdomen, not rising imminence of something going to happen. It felt like this amazingness could go on forever without achieving anything. It was fantastic, maddening, intoxicating, every touch feeling so fucking good yet making her so FUCKING aware of where it wasn’t touching her. Her clit, her g-spot, her prostate, her shaft, all spasmed in the tendrils touching nearby, their nerves all singing to be touched, radiating with it, all feeling so sensitive that she feared and hoped that just one touch in the right place would make her cum right then without warning.
She got her touch - just not as she wanted it. Without warning tendrils reached past her cock, making her gasp as they slid past her sides, their ends meshing with each other and pulling back down over her shaft. Her body shook with the touch, but not half as much as when they started to stroke her, sliding up and down her shaft at a steady pace. “OH, oh thankyou, thankyOU,” she couldn’t believe her luck as it touched her clit too, two tendrils pressed in on either side of it, pinching her through her hood of skin, circling it over her aching clit from both sides at once. She was about to babble more thank yous but it came out as a wordless cry as the tendrils slid down her lips and dipped inside her, sliding back up then down to dip in again, sliding just inside, the tendrils circling her rear dipping just inside at the same time, opening her on both sides. Her hips flinched every time she was opened, making her feel like she was just about to be penetrated, about to be filled and fucked so good.
About to, but not.
“UH-HU-huhh...” she moaned after a long while, her voice heavy with need despite the rhythmic bucking of her body and the heaviness of her breaths. It felt like she was being fucked, like her clit was being touched, her cock was being stroked. But she wasn’t. The tendrils kept just dipping into her, not quite entering properly, the ones on her clit pinching and sliding her skin tantalizingly over her, but not touching her directly, the ones stroking her cock hugging the top and sides of her shaft, but not the bottom. Everything felt amazing, so amazing, she wanted it to go on forever, but not have as much as she wanted it to make her cum!
“Please!” she whispered, “Please!” she groaned at the ceiling, her whole body tensing, spine arching as her hips tried to push against something, anything, arms curling and shoulders twisting as her head threw back.
Everything changed. It started when the tendrils slid down her pussy, dipped into her opening, and continued inside.
“OH FU-AH” the next time the tendrils circling her anus slid inside too, making her hips thrust forward and her cock rise up into the air, just as the tendrils closed completely around her shaft, enveloping her on all sides, and started to thrust in time with the tendrils thrusting into her pussy and rear.
“AH, FU, AH, FU” she had been nowhere near cumming before, and now she was moments from it! Pressure flooded her abdomen, swelling so violently it felt like it was physically lifting her body up, her hips thrusting into the air as she thundered straight for orgasm.
“FU, FU, F, … Uh, huh?” she breathed out heavily, her body falling back onto the plant, heaving with her breaths. She hadn’t cum, it had stopped, why had it-
“AAAH” her hips thrust up as it started again, her cock squeezed and stroked, tendrils sliding into both her holes and thrusting steadily deeper into her, sliding past her g-spot and reaching towards her prostate, the feeling of each combined thrust on all three points shooting straight into the building pressure in her raised, thrusting hips from all sides at once.
“YE, YES, YES… Uh, huh, huh!? What the fuck?!” she stared down at her tensing cock, seeing the tendrils there still, feeling the ones on her openings still too.
“Wh, wha, whyAA!” it all started again, her body spasming through thrusts of her constantly rising hips as the tendrils enveloped her in mounting pleasure, building, building, stopping.
“Fu, WHY!” she demanded, staring down at the still tendrils, “WHYAAAA!”
This time when it stopped her body didn’t fall all the way back down. The bunch of tendril tips kept stroking the head of her cock, coiling round her ridge, the others circling both her openings, squeezing her balls and cheeks and breasts and nipples with a patient rhythm that kept her shuddering near the edge. It felt good, so good, so much pleasure with no end in sight. But she wanted the end!
“PleEA - !” she cried as her body thrust back up again into the stroking thrusting joy.
“PLEA - PLE -” she was still trying to say as her body bucked and thrust up into the air, desperate for it to continue this time, “PLE - PL - L - AAH FUCK!” she was so! close!
Her body was spasming half fallen again, the tendrils stroking her head and openings and everywhere else but where she needed it. She writhed in her bonds, twisting her body, thrashing her hips, trying to get the touches to move to the right places. And a moment later they did, squeezing firmly around her cock, sliding straight into her pussy and rear, all three thrusting at once.
“Fu, Fu,” she cried weakly, just trying to breathe amidst the thrashing and thrusting of her rising body.
It had gotten so much better, the ones on her cock squeezing so firmly, rushing tightly up and over her head to close over her tip, opening again as they thrust down in times with the ones in her pussy thrusting all the way, hitting a point deep inside her pussy that sent sparks before her eyes, just as the ones in her rear thrust deeper each time, until they finally hit her prostate.
“AAAH, AAAH!” she screamed, feeling it pounding her prostate, her pussy, her cock, moments from, from, from -
“NAHha!” she bellowed as it stopped, leaving her shaking in the tips stroking her head again, swirling her openings and nipples, squeezing everything else, everything BUT where she -
“AAAH!” it started again, pounding into and over her, squeezing her breasts and nipples, squeezing and grasping her balls, thrusting and squeezing and everything, every, every -
“NAH-Ah-ha!” she wailed as everything stopped, leaving her sagging over the plant, gasping and wailing, breathing desperately as she tried to get enough oxygen to beg, “Wh, wh, WHY-Y-Y! Why won’t you let me cum!”
She saw the severed tendril still held before her eyes. The tendril she’d bitten the end off, still meaningfully presented to her face.
“Wh - be - because I bit you?!” she gasped with overdue realization. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry I AAAH!” her whole body arched up as it started again, hitting all the right places, the pressure in her abdomen churning and writhing and about to burst as it thrust towards it from all sides at once, just a little more, just, just…
“Nah-ha-ha,” she cried as she sagged back, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” she sagged back further against the plant, defeated and desperate, willing to do anything just to cum. She lay there breathing for a long moment, feeling like the world was spinning around her, realized that it was - her body was being moved upright, her limp arms pulled up and her tired legs pushed under her as she was turned. The tendrils peeled off her body one by one, their touch clinging as it left her breasts and nipples, pussy and rear, balls and cock, as she was turned over to see the plant again, its opening gulping madly up at her aching cock.
“Are,” she tried between breaths, “are you - going - to let - me cum - now - please?”
It started to lower her, her breath catching, a smile spreading over clenched teeth as she closed her eyes, tensed her body, all her attention focussed on the throbbing head of her cock right up until it touched the opening’s lips and sunk inside.
“AAAAAA” she cried long and hard, her head flung back as her whole body arched forward into it, sinking her a few inches further into the folds and spiralling bumps and warm wet tightness of that heavenly opening. As it continued to lower her her body continued to desperately try and thrust, moving her cock a few inches back and forth within the steadily enveloping intensity, the movement completely beyond her control. Her legs tensed inwards as she sank thrusting, her toes curling, eyes rolling back as her smiling mouth held open, shaking out short high sounds in time with the frantic shallow thrusting of her descending hips. Her balls touched the body in time with her highest pitched strangled cry, her cock sunk all the way in as she felt the last wall vanish within her, her orgasm starting! And staying inside her!
She desperately looked down her arched body, seeing her shaking cock - the severed tendril tightly wrapped around her tensing base, prevent her from ejaculating. Then it pulled her back up and started thrusting.
Her body was thrust up and down, her hips smacking into the plant over and over, her cock thrust inside again and again. Her whole body was shaking it was tensed so firmly, as much from still trying to cum as from the building intensity in her cock. Her orgasm was trapped inside, forced to keep building and building and building, long after she tried to release it, long after the intense pleasure grew to such intensity she didn’t think she could take how good it felt!
Then the tendrils thrust into her body. They spiralled straight into her pussy and rear with no resistance, pounding into her again, hitting that point deep inside her pussy and straight into her prostate every time her hips hit the plant, every time it thrust her in again, every time it didn’t let her cum.
It let her cum. She didn’t feel the tendril whipping free from her cock. What she felt was the onrush of pressure imploding towards her hips, filling her cock and spurting out of her as she cried louder than she ever had before. It kept thrusting her body, kept pounding her, every pounding thrust ending in a new spurt of unbearable bliss overlaying the last one, never stopping but resurging over and over as the pleasure exploded within her each and every time it thrust. She didn’t know if it would stop, didn’t know if it could stop, didn’t want anything but to just try and hold on and have the next heavenly thrust fill her completely again and again and again.
“GAAAAAGH!” she groaned eventually, her voice returning as one thrust spasmed out of her just a little more bearable than the last. The next again was a little more bearable, and the next, decreasing too slowly at first, her body feeling like it wouldn’t last long enough for her orgasm to subside. Another few thrusts spasmed out of her before it really started to fall. And then she lost track of time, as her thrusting slowed, the flow of pleasure subsiding one shallow thrust at a time, each spurt just a little briefer than the last, a little less heavenly.
Then she was slumped over the plant again, the weak bucking of her hips slowly stilling to a powerful, all consuming warmth. Her entire body was limp and unresponsive, tensing feebly each time an aftershock shivered through her. Her sweat-drenched skin burned and froze in the surrounding air, her hair clung in tangled locks to her head, strands of it hanging over her half-closed eyes. Golden locks.
She giggled, laughed. Of course it was gold, she’d never been so happy! She couldn’t move, had only just now managed to fill her lungs again as she breathed against the plant, and all she could think of was how radiantly happy she was. How unspeakably Godly that had felt, an orgasm the likes of which she’d never even dreamed of, never thought possible, just the mere memory of which made her whole body tense again and her breath shiver out of her as another long aftershock filled her body. Then she subsided, feeling how warm and soft the plant was cradled within her body. How silly it was that she the plant’s lips still gulped around her base, its greedy, insatiable throat not touching her completely spent cock.
Everything was perfect, just like it had been before. It had kissed her before too, but now it was using two tendrils, playing with her unresisting tongue, their swirling lengths feeling good as her lips closed over them, their tips circling sweet richness into her mouth.
Her eyes flew open. Her jaw clenched, ready to bite, stopped. She saw the memory of the severed tendril before her eyes, remembered everything that had happened as a result, every moment of want and need filling her body, freezing her muscles and stopping her jaw from closing as the two tendrils started to fill her mouth with mostly milk all over again.
Desperately she tried to think. What the hell should she do?!
* * *
A few hallways away, in a small, dark guest room, amidst a pile of discarded clothes, a light buzzed insistently. The wristcomp vibrated as if flashed, trying to inform its absent user of the incoming call. The vibrations stopped, its screen reading:
Desyre. Missed Calls: 16.
A few seconds later the wristcomp vibrated again, just once, the screen flashing a message icon, replaced by text scrolling past:
That’s it! omw! Be there in an hour.
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