You stand bolt upright, the fleshy hold at your waist all that stops you from jumping a foot in the air! Another intense suck of your nipples draws only a strained, croaking half-sound from you, forced through your tensed throat as you stand on your shaking tip-toes, your entire focus concentrated between your legs, at the spot where something kissed you!
Your breasts alone feel so good, each squeeze blissful, each suck sharp and so sweet. So what would it feel like to be touched like that, but down there?!
That thought alone should be enough to get you out of there, panic and self-preservation forcing yourself through the over-sensitivity of your hands so that you can wrench the fleshy hold at your waist open. The petal-tips collected there are already straining to keep you in place, their collective hold far less secure with you suddenly standing so high. You could, should run. And yet, with your attention still focussed on the throbbing emptiness inside you, your shaking legs start to ease you lower.
You move very slowly, your breath catching at each suck, your entire being centered on the spot between your pussy and your rear where you felt the kiss before. You don't feel the petals sliding around your waist, collecting their hold more securely, as your entire awareness is collected on the nerves between your legs, straining each moment to feel that kiss again as you lower yourself towards it.
You hadn't expected it to move.
The next kiss plants itself directly between your lips, the warm wetness sinking just into you. You jump again, legs straining - but this time the bulb is ready, the fleshy petals tensing as they hold tight and firm around your waist, keeping you fixed in place. You're still tensed, your breath shuddering out of you in strangled whimpers, your eyes wide and unseeing, just feeling the wet warmth kissing you. It's soaking wet - or is that you? - almost burning hot - or is that you?! For a moment your legs almost betray you, your body desperately wanting to let go and plunge that kiss into the emptiness its reaching just inside of. But you don't, disappointment clawing at your sensibility as the latter compels you to move that touch away from its dangerous aim, rocking your hips forward to slide it away and upwards.
The feeling is incredible - the wet touch sliding up between your lips, bringing your entire focus with it as its kiss slides up between your shivering folds, higher, drawing ever closer to the aching self-awareness of your clit. The closer it gets the more you want it, the more you fear it, your legs clenching with the thought of touching that one pivotal point and turning its aching self-awareness into an unbearable flood of pleasure. Almost against your will your hips continue to slide the kiss forward, higher, slower, shivering as it reaches an inch from the base of your clit, one last movement away from finally touching you!
Your hips shake, still, and move the final inch to make contact. You pass out.
But only for an instant, a blast of golden-orange smoke filling your face, its chemical sweetness coursing into you. You feel it pulsing behind your eyes, staring with painful clarity at the open tendril before you, wafting its chemical smoke into you.
You lash out with your teeth, almost biting the cursed thing as it whips back out of reach. Its petals furl tightly, looking like a puckered mouth scrunched in disapproval.
"Oh fuck y-" your words are interrupted as a glob of pink-white hits you right in the mouth. You gag reflexively as it hits the back of your throat, spitting again and again. It tastes so rich, far too rich, the taste filling your mouth, your nostrils, your throat - oh no! You see the pink smoke wafting out of your mouth, the chemical reacting with the air and lighting a fire within in your nerves, spreading out into your body again. Your heart racing, you try closing your mouth to stop the reaction, feeling the sweet rich smoke flowing down your throat instead. You panic, and swallow.
Instantly you regret it, but its too late, the glob of richness sinking down inside you, leaving a trail of shivering awareness behind it. You feel the sensation hit your stomach, and explode.
"GAAAAH!" you cry out as waves of electric intensity blast through you, radiating from your stomach to your spread fingers and toes and all the way back again, leaving your skin singing everywhere it touches. You feel the air moving against you, blisteringly cool against your burning skin. You feel each drop of sweat as it runs down your body, like fingertips running teasingly down your shivering spine. And you feel the leaves dragging sweet pleasure around and around your breasts, squeezing a desperate moan out of you as their touch buckles you forward over them, your nipples sinking into the warm hold of the mouths. They suck, and you flinch backwards, your body arching as your voice cries out of you, as if unable to contain the feeling. And then you feel the kiss, still planted between your lips, remembered the instant it moves, sliding your lips apart as it drags its delicious touch slowly up you again, just like you made it do before. And just like before you feel it closing in on your aching clit, now so intensely hard and painfully self-aware that its all you can do not to thrust your hips down onto the kiss, not to thrash away from its impending touch, your body clenching rhythmically in growing indecision and anticipation as the kiss rises, rises, reaches the very base, and....
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