The Flessik Plant Fanfiction, Part 5

You yelp as the petals tighten around your waist again, now with your hand trapped mid-reach down your front.

You snarl under your breath, about to thrash, then freezing. Gently, tentatively, you flex your trapped fingers, laying ring and index finger down on the tingling skin either side of your clit. You can reach!

Everything else becomes utterly unimportant as, heart pounding in your chest, you lay your middle finger down.

"GH...." the sound that escapes you is more air than voice, your free hand raised awkwardly to your side, held in the rictus of your body as a feeling of sharpest, sweetest bliss pulses down every nerve. You can't move, feeling like you're teetering on the edge of falling, the only thing holding you up the gentlest touch of your fingertip against your clit, turning its aching need into a feeling you see as white hot sparks behind your closed eyes, every miniscule tremble a minor explosion. You can't move, can't breathe - you move your finger, and all your voice leaves you at once in a strangled scream. Your hand has flinched away from your clit but your hips are still bucking, your thighs tensed as if trying to clamp down on the pressure spasming inside you. You're about to cum - and you're even more sure of that as the tendrils suck your nipples again, your impending orgasm surging, you feel yourself teetering, your whole body radiating with your frantic pulse and desperate snatches of breath, waiting for the tendrils to suck just once more and push you over the edge!

Instead, they let go.

You snarl in earnest this time, not caring how animal you sound as your free hand grabs at the retreating tendrils and leaves, all touches darting back from you, leaving you body falling from the edge of an incredible orgasm. Leaving you feeling instead how incredibly hard your nipples are.

You reach across to cover your breasts, not in modesty but in defense against the frigid air felt far too keenly. You gasp at the sudden touch and move more carefully, laying your forearm against one breast and wrapping your fingers one by one over the other, ever so lightly letting the warmth of your skin cover your hard nipples. Now, with that done, you can focus on the tensing ache between your legs, every pulse of blood through your flesh making you unbearably aware of emptiness inside you. If it isn't going to touch you, you'll do it yourse-

"FFAAAAA!" you cry out in shock as you feel it kiss you again, its wet touch dipping into your opening... and further back as well. Two touches, sliding apart as one slides shivering up between your lips, the other sliding up smoothly between your buttocks, your hips shaking in between as the two touches spread over you, one dipping just into your rear just as the other kisses your clit.

"AAAAHAA!" your voice is forced out of smiling lips, feeling the ache turning to pure electric joy, its aftershocks pulsing throughout you long afterwards. You cry out again as the touch moves, sliding back down the front and back of your body, collecting until the two touches nearly meet again - then sliding apart, running up your lips and cheeks and kissing you on both ends at once.

"AHAA-HAAA" you cry, your hips bucking, the pressure pounding against you from the inside. You feel your orgasm so clearly, shaking right up against your skin as the touch slides down to meet again, up your madly tensing lips to another electric kiss, down to collect at your opening behind which your orgasm shakes on the edge of release. Just one more touch, just one more - your whole body tenses as the touches slide apart one final time, rising up you on both sides, your orgasm rising to meet the final kiss that will finally, finally - the touch rises up, and around either side of your clit.

You yell wordlessly in rage, held in check only by the shaking pleasure gripping your body as you feel the touch rising and rising, splitting just before your clit and flowing up to either side of it. You barely have time to mentally curse this demon plant before you're gasping again, as much from your own hand suddenly squeezing your own breast, as from the feeling that caused you to do so. Its touch is still rising up you on either side, sliding up your lips and rear - but in between a new intensity is spreading. Something firmer, more distinct and intense, rising through the wet warm smoothness to leave you shaking and clenching against it. Your mind struggles to comprehend, and its only when the touches finally slow to a stop that you have a chance to try to understand.

You desperately try to take stock, the scientist in you going into overdrive to try and visualize what you can feel holding onto you between your rhythmically shaking legs. You can feel it holding you now, its warm and wet touch cupping your entire vulva, enveloping you all the way from the front of your hips to the groove of your spine. And in between, pressing into your shaking lips - points of firmer pleasure, a row of them pressing deeply between your lips and cheeks. They still feel soft, but tauter, firmer, like... nipples? No that's far too silly. Though describing them as a row of clits pressing into you would be equally silly. Speaking of which... the row of... nubs you decide to call them, their number parts your lips all the way up to just before your own clit. Just to where the smoother touch splits and holds on either side of you.

You could reach in and touch yourself with your fingers again - if you could keep them from shaking so much at the feeling - you gasp as your groin tenses madly at the remembered feeling, pressing the nubs more firmly between your lips. No - no you've got a better, more fitting use for this demonic plant.

You move quickly, your fingers grabbing the two, split ends on your waist. They feel warm and slick in your hand, more liquid than solid, elastically fleshy as you pull them up. You gasp silently as the nubs are pulled up along your vulva, the first of them flicking over your clit. But this only increases your grip on the tendrils, your whole body tensing with incredible strength, as if the pressure compressed in your hips is tensing your every muscle at once.

"My turn!" your voice growls out of you as, still holding it firmly against you, you rock your hips back.

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