The Flessik Plant Fanfiction, Part 6

Sensation rushes over you, leaving your hips spasming against the tendrils still held taut in your grip, their row of bumps still tingling all the way from between your cheeks to your pulsing clit. Your breath catches in the aftershocks, full body shivers gripping your body. You want to keep going, can barely keep yourself from doing that again, feeling the nubs sinking into your lips and kissing either side of your clit, desperate to feel them rushing over it again. But your own body is fighting you, your muscles holding taut, reacting like you'd just been injured, your body frozen waiting with all your attention focussed between your legs. Your hips shiver again, even more as, through force of will, you rock your hips forward into another rush of movement.

You groan, your voice coming unbroken through your helpless smile, your hips rocking back and forth all by themselves now, already beyond your control. You can feel the nubs rushing up and down you, rushing through your lips and flicking blissfully over your clit, each one sparking sharp pleasure deep inside. It feels so damn good, so much you can barely take it, your body continually clenching and shaking with each movement, as if trying to stop you, to pull away, all while your hips thrust faster and faster, riding the pleasure as it builds and builds and shudders on the edge of -

You gasp in surprise, and freeze, breathless, your hips stilled, feeling something very new! The back end of the tendrils - the other end to the one you're still grasping before you - has moved. It had seemed content to hold onto you, its nubs rising up and down between your cheeks, feeling indecently good, even more so where its tapered end kissed the nook at the base of your spine, feeling far better than you would ever have expected. But both new sensations now pale in comparison to the sudden, very direct contact of that same tapered end kissing your rear, pressing gently, nestling into you, making you want so much more.

It's the same want you felt when the tips dipped just into your pussy, pressing snugly into your opening, one thrust away from filling the unbearable emptiness inside, that one thrust felt as a physical need you could barely resist. And now you can still feel that emptiness, and worse, you still feel that need to have it filled, now focused on the warm, fleshy tip pressing meaningfully against your rear.

So many emotions fight for control - apprehension at the unfamiliar feeling, more so at how good it feels. Denial at the thought of an alien plant actually entering your body, stronger denial at how desperately you want it to! Your need to cum. Your wonder at how much better your impending orgasm could be if there was something inside you when you came!

Your breath shivers out of you as your hips slide just a further little back into it. You feel the nubs slowly flicking over your clit one after another, and somehow more clearly you feel the building pressure against your rear, a point of mounting firmness pressing into you. You can feel your skin being pushed, feel the tension keeping it closed, your muscles reflexively clenching against the questing tendril. But you've read about this, never tried but wanted to, was curious to. The key was to relax, right, that was the only muscle in the body you had to tense to relax. So... you breathe, force yourself to let go. Oh and lube, you recall, lots of lube, something that was certainly not a problem right now!

You laugh under your breath, the end of the sound shaking as you slide forward again, feeling the delicious flicking over your clit and in time with the easing of the pressure against your rear. Then, breathing deeply once, twice, you concentrating on feeling relaxed, feeling open, and slide back.

"Mmmmmh?" you moan, feeling it pressing into you again, the resistance still felt but much lesser than before. Your muscles seem to be easing, though they clench again as movement tightens your breath out of you, feeling the slick tip moving slightly against your opening. It feels indecently good, the warm slick tendril's movements felt with a disturbing clarity as they carefully explore you, drawing slow, lazy circles against you, just inside you. You make yourself relax, fighting your shaking body to do so, focusing on how good its touch feels as it circles you, round and round, flicks over your opening back and forth, its slick end narrowing to press just inside into a new rush of pleasure. You can still feel the emptiness inside you, so achingly clearly, the feeling now focused on the warm pleasure pressing just inside your body, so close. You still feel the stiff pressure keeping it out, but its so close to being overcome, your body feeling like its teetering on the edge of being entered, being filled, having that warm pleasure slide all the way into you.

Breathing heavily, focusing, wanting, you rock forward... and slide back into it, feeling your skin pressed in and resisting, only to be overcome all at once as it thrusts inside of you.

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