It took Sura a long time to wake. She did several times, timelessness interrupted by a vague sense of light, comfort, and utter safety. But she couldn’t manage to rise too far out of the enveloping grip of sleep, falling back into it almost instantly. The third or fourth time she woke the light was gone, making it easier for her to finally open her eyes fully, and try to sit up.
“Ga-aaaah!” she groaned as her entire body screamed. She could feel every muscle in her entire body, and each one was telling her in no uncertain terms how much they hated her. Their collective displeasure threw her back down onto the bed, leaving her sunk into the pillow, wincing in between licking her lips, thinking how dry her throat felt. She felt a tendril part her lips, a sweet liquid flowing inside.
Her eyes flew open, seeing… Desyre, holding a drink bottle with the plastic straw bent into Sura’s mouth. “Shhhh,” Desyre soothed, “it’s just sports drink. Drink up.” Sura relaxed, groaning around the straw as her body redoubled its screaming at her. She felt the cool liquid flowing down her throat, feeling absolutely divine, spreading out to turn dry rawness into radiant cool. She took a deep gulp, and another. Then she fell asleep again.
The next time she woke she wasn’t so eager to sit up. Very, very slowly, she pushed herself up the bed, her heavy body complaining every inch as she tried to force her head and back up the bedstead. Then she was being lifted, opening her eyes to see Desyre before her, pulling her up under her shoulders. Sura breathed out as her back sagged into a sitting position, feeling heavy against the bedstead. She looked forward, saw Desyre reaching for something, bringing the drink back before Sura, the straw pressing between her lips.
“Drink,” Desyre insisted. Sura obeyed, more out of stunned reflex than anything else. Even the soothing cool of the drink wasn’t enough to distract her from her wide-eyed staring at Desyre, right before her, so very close, closer than she’d ever been. Both here, in the same bed, Desyre straddling Sura’s hips as she held the drink between their close faces.
When Sura had obediently drained the drink, Desyre removed it, turning to Sura to ask, “So how do you feel?”
“Fine,” Sura croaked meekly.
Desyre just stared at her, one eyebrow raised.
“I’m,” Sura cleared her throat, wincing at the action, and started again. “I’m… tired.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“And... sore.”
“Anything broken?”
“I…” she winced as she tried to move, “I don’t, think so. Just… sore. Very sore.”
“Okay, I’ll get you some more painkillers. Are you hungry?”
“I… no, no I’m not. Should I be?”
A laugh burst out of Desyre.
“Wh-what?” Sura meekly asked, feeling she’d said something wrong.
“Nothing, nothing” Desyre soothed while fighting back a laugh, “just…” she motioned around the room.
Sura looked, wincing a little at first, taking it slow as she turned to look around. They were in - the Professor’s bedroom! At least she thought it was - it took her a long while to convince herself that the white furniture and walls was the Professor’s spacious bedroom. It’s just that she’d never seen so much garbage on the floor.
“Wh” Sura cleared her throat, “Why are there so many chip packets?”
“It was the quickest thing I could grab. I figured you should eat something. Though I was surprised when you finished the sixth one,” Desyre was smiling knowingly.
“I, what?”
“And you were still complaining for food - the poor delivery guy could hear you even from here.”
“Delivery guy, what uh -”
“Pizza - three family pizzas with all the toppings, and all the sports drink bottles they had because you didn’t seem to be able to drink water fast enough.”
“Three family pizzas?”
“I think I had one, no maybe two slices.”
“...”
“The delivery guy was very suspicious when he showed up again. He kept trying to look inside, asking how the party was going.”
“...”
“Though thankfully you let me have more of the pizza that time, at least after you started snoring halfway through a slice.”
“...”
“Which meant I could finally clean you up without you telling me how nice my hands were, how much you liked my skin, how much you - Sue you can’t pull the blankets over your head when I’m sitting on them.”
“I can try!” Sura said through the pillow she was now frantically holding over her face. She stayed like that for a long while, eventually bringing it down just far enough to peer over the top at Desyre. Sura's voice was small and hopeful as she asked, "You're really here aren't you."
“Still here.”
“And… I’m naked arent’ I.”
“Yep. Though not for lack of trying - even asleep you really weren’t happy with my trying to put pajamas on you.”
“... aaaand, you’re…”
“Not naked, sorry. I found these pj’s in the wardrobe. They’re very comfortable. But if you’d be more comfortable with me being naked too I can -”
“No… no I, I wouldn't… why… how… you’re… You’re really here, Desy?”
“I am.”
“... wh-why?”
“Because you wouldn’t answer my calls. And after I stupidly made you drink that, that stuff, I was worried about you. Really worried. Especially with all these weird plants in here. I didn’t know if one of them had -”
“EEEP!” Sura squealed through the pillow as memory came flooding back all at once. “YOU SAW!”
“I did.”
“AND YOU SAW… ME!”
“I did.”
“ALL OF ME!”
“Yes.”
“AND NOW YOU HATE ME!”
“No.”
“NOW YOU HATE ME AND THINK I’M A FREAK AND -”
“Sue!”
Slowly, Sura lowered the pillow, seeing Desyre’s face right on the other side.
Desyre leaned forward and kissed her.
It wasn’t a forceful kiss, their lips barely parting as they touched. But there was still so much behind it, Desyre’s lips so full of emotion as they held Sura’s, the feeling of their touch filling her with the absolute certain knowledge, that Desyre didn’t hate her.
Their lips parted just long enough for Desyre to say, “I love you, my Sue. I’ve always loved yo - OH!”
This time it was Desyre’s turn to squeal in surprise as Sura leapt forward, throwing her arms around Desyre and their lips together as she landed on top. This was a forceful kiss, frantic and desperate, Sura’s lips possessing Desyre’s, her tongue frantically tasting hers, lips breaking into heavy gasps.
“I thought,” Desyre breathed, in stolen moments, “I thought - you were - tired?”
“Fuck that!” Sura breathed as she joined their lips again, hands frantically holding onto Desyre’s shoulders, finger clasping and unclasping as if unable to believe what they held, desperate never to let it go.
“Desy,” Sura gasped, her lips parting Desyre’s just long enough to manage the word before falling onto the other girl’s neck and sucking a heavy gasp out of her.
“Uuuuh… y-yes, Sue?”
“I want you!”
“I want you too, my Sue.”
"... Uh - all of me?"
Desyre broke off kissing just long enough to look Sura in the eye. "Fuck. Yes."
Continue
Desyre was late.
It was a good thing the first door she found was unlocked, because either way she was coming through.
"SUE!” The next moment was one she had dreaded the way here, fretting in traffic, watching the seconds tick by into minutes, all the while imagining what would happen when she finally arrived and screamed for Sue. She had thought the worst thing she could hear in response, was nothing, a dreadful silence from a lifeless house. She wasn't prepared for hearing Sura scream.
It was distant, muffled by walls and floors or roofs, she couldn't tell, but regardless she bolted forward into the house. "SUE! SUE! I'M HERE, I'M HERE SUE!"
She heard Sura scream again, louder, long and hard. "Aaaaaah!"
Desyre changed direction, bounding round corners, racing up stairs, "SUE! SUE! WHERE ARE YOU SUE!"
"Aaaaah! Aaaah!"
"SUE, I'M HERE, WHERE ARE YOU!"
"Aaah! FU! AAAH! I CAN'T, I CA-AN'T -"
"SUE I'M HERE, JUST HOLD ON!"
"Aaaah, FUCK! You bastard, you fucking bastard!"
"IF YOU HURT HER I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"Just let me! PLEEAASE just let me-"
"LET HER GO! LET HER GO!"
"Oh God! GOD GOD GOD!"
"SUE JUST HOLD ON!"
" GOD I'm gonna -"
"HOLD ON!"
"Gonna -"
"NEARLY THERE!"
"..."
"SUE!"
Desyre threw open the room's door, stopped dead in her tracks by the sight of a naked woman bound on top of a blue and pink mass, her entire body arched, shaking tensed, quivering as two thick spiralled limbs of pink thrust into her from behind and her hips bucked against the blue mass below. Desyre didn't know what she was seeing, struggling to recognize the sweat-drenched body, the breasts shaking in the frantic spirals of tendrils and the woman’s shuddering breaths, her head thrust up to the ceiling, gold and pink hair radiant behind her as she wordlessly screamed.
Desyre blinked, "Sue?"
Sura’s whole body contorted as her breath groaned out of her. Her body clenched forward, bucking violently, making Desyre start forward to before realizing it wasn't pain contorting Sura’s naked body, wracking her forward over the plant over and over as her hips spasmed against the blue shape. It wasn't pain at all.
"GAAAAAAH!" Sura groaned one final, long time, her voice tense with effort all the way until the last drop was squeezed out of her, and she collapsed over the plant.
"SUE!"
Desyre sprinted straight into the water, fighting it desperately as she forced her way to the central rock, desperately scrambling up to frantically hold onto Sura burning body. She was so hot, so drenched with sweat, her breathing heaving her entire chest. But she was breathing!
"SUE, SUE!" Desyre fighting the lethargic weight of Sura's body to lift her up, propping her against her own chest as she tried to open Sura’s eyes, "SUE! SUE OPEN YOUR EYES! SUE!"
Sura half opened her eyes. A heavy smile spread across her face, her hair flushing warm gold. "Hey, Desy," her voice was high and distant, rising and falling in lazy waves, "what are.. you? doing here?"
"What am I, what, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
Sura giggled, "Heh, doing, heh."
"No no, open your eyes again."
"But your boobs are comfy, heehee!"
"Sura, Sura... are... are you okay then?"
"I'm okay." The words were muffled in Desyre's wet shirt.
"...Oh... good then?"
"I like your boobies."
"..."
"I never told you. I wanted to, but I couldn't even think about them without getting hard."
"... Hard?"
"Ooopsie, oh dear. Now you know, hehe. You boobies make me hard."
Sura's arms draped around her shoulders, the lethargic girl snuggling into her chest, leaving Desyre with nothing to do but stare forward over Sura’s back, waiting for everything to process. Hesitantly, she pulled Sura's body upwards.
"Eeheee, you're strong."
"And - you're - heavy! Care to help?"
"Nope!"
"Great." Desyre managed to lift Sura up, the pink tendrils sliding and dropping off her skin one after another. Desyre heard a fleshy popping sound that made Sura gasp and then giggle again, Desyre lifting Sura's legs over the plant, supporting her limp body against her own as she tried to balance on the rock. She risked a look over Sura's shoulder - saw that strangle, ugly pink and blue plant, looking even more disgusting now the middle of its pink frill was pooled in white. A pink ring of flesh crested the surface occasionally, contracting as if trying to gulp, but serving only to make more of the white goop overflow from its opening and out over the surrounding, lethargic tendrils.
"S-Sura?" Desyre asked.
"Mmmm?!"
"What... is that smell?"
"Mmmm. Oh. That was me."
"... All of it?"
"Mmhm,"
"..."
"Your boobies are comfy. Did I tell you I like them?"
"Okay, bed time for you. Where are those stepping stones…?"
"Mmm? Oh, over -" the sentence ending in the first long, throaty snore.
The tendrils reached between her legs and out of her sight, her head fell back open mouthed as the rush of sensation flooded over her. The tendrils were warm and slippery, their tips pressing gently into every fold of her skin, tracing circles around her anus and easing her lips apart. Dozens of tiny points of contact rippled over her skin and she shivered, panting.
She'd wanted it to tease her, deny her, make it harder for her to cum. Maybe that hadn't been a good idea. The tendrils gripping her legs tensed and she felt herself pulled firmly downwards onto the plant, just before the mouth pushed up against her open pussy.
"Fuck!" her body jerked at the shock of feeling. Somehow its lips had stretched wider, enveloping all of her in slick heat. When it began to suck, she writhed, her voice quivering out of her in high-pitched breaths. She'd thought she was sensitive before, but with the mouth sealed against her, drawing on her, she wanted to scream. She could feel its warm skin enveloping her, pressed against her skin and lips and opening and sucking firmly on them all at once. And the worst part was feeling so much, and yet so little at the same time - the rhythmic, pulsing suction was amazing, but there was no distinct pressure on her clit, and the emptiness in her pussy was beginning to ache, worse every time it sucked her tingling lips apart and tugged on her opening. She couldn’t help but remember it teasing her before, taking so long to make her aware of every nerve she had until she couldn’t take it anymore. The physical memory resurged, making her whole body convulse with the feeling of need.
"Oh - god - please - " she tried to twist her hips, tried to move so the edge of the mouth would touch her where she wanted, tried to rub her clit against the inside of its sucking mouth. But the tendrils on her legs just tightened further. Slippery as they were, they didn't let up.
She heard the deep chuckle again and groaned as the vibrations rumbled through her, coursing over her clit. Her groan became a cry as the tendrils pressed against her anus again, their tips small points of pressure that made circles again and again, tracing the shape of her. Three - or was it four? she couldn’t keep track as they swirled delightfully around her, pressing their tips against her opening, pulsing in counterpoint to the mouth sucking on her pussy.
She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in shallow gasps. She'd wanted it to tease her, and it was certainly delivering! A pang of regret hit her - how could she have forgotten how good it was at this?! And now it seemed to be enjoying it more, not just doing it to teach her a lesson, but enjoying her torment, chuckling again and making her back arch as she groaned into it, both into the physical feeling and the gleeful dominance of the creature between her legs. It seemed to be in no hurry to move things along.
Her hips jolted rhythmically, trying to push against the sucking mouth, thrust back against the tendrils, wanting to feel something inside her! The tendrils pressed harder, dipping just a little into her opening, still circling. One, then two, then more pushed in, shallow dips like tiny tongues lapping at her.
"Uh - ple - please! You’ve teased me enough now please!"
She gasped in triumph as she felt them push deeper, spiralling as they entered. But they stopped just beyond her entrance, pulling gently to hold her anus open. She was relaxed enough after the rigorous fucking she'd had before, so there was little resistance as the tendrils pulsed gently in place, her muscles clenching weakly in response. But there was nothing for her to squeeze around. Nothing inside her!
She gritted her teeth, small sounds escaping from her. The mouth continued to suck, the tendrils stretched her in counterpoint, and the plant flatly refused to fuck her. It felt amazing, but God she needed more!
“Please, more, please, mAH!”
A touch on her neglected cock jerked her attention forwards, and she looked down to see tendrils spiralling around her shaft, gripping her firmly, ready to thrust up and down, her held cock tensing in anticipation. However once they had her they refused to move, just holding her in place. Her hips struggled to thrust, to move at all, but the tendrils gripping her thighs and cock wouldn't be budged.
A thread of sensation on the underside of her cock made her groan. She blinked through sweat to see a thin, pale tendril wrap its touch around from under her, wrapping itself around the neck, squeezing gently. She cringed as it snaked around her, the tip of the tendril cresting the ridge of the head as it circled, dipping gently over her valley, spiralling its touch around and around her head, the circles shrinking blissfully as the touch twirled towards the tip.
The tendrils in her rear tensed again, stretching wider, making room for more tips to slide in alongside. Her hips braced, ready to be entered by the huge girth the stretching tendrils were promising - her body sagging as the promise was unfulfilled, bucking weakly between the rhythmically stretching tendrils and sucking mouth, her gasps rising in pitch as the single thin tendril circled itself around her tip, narrowing in on the cleft. After so much teasing, so many empty promises, she was desperate for a firm touch. She got her wish as the tendril pressed its tip onto the very tip of her cock.
“HAA!” she cried sharply, disbelieving just how sensitive she was. It was lazily spiralling her neck again, tracing its touch around and over her ridge in lazy circles, spiralling over her valley, slowly approaching her tip again. She knew her head was sensitive, but felt with curious awe the sensations growing steadily stronger as the tendril’s circles narrowed toward her tip, circling over her bulges, narrowing to give a short flick over her cleft.
“HAA, FUCK!” she cried again. She had no idea she was so sensitive right there of all places. But it was circling her neck again, only just cresting over her ridge, making her shake and cringe with how intense it felt but wanting more.
“Please, come on, quicker, please” she babbled as it circled her valley, spiralling closer to her tip, her cock tensing in anticipation quicker and quicker until its touch pressed and flicked her cleft again.
“HAA, AAA, AAA!” she cried as it kept on flicking, her face contorted in a smile as she writhed with the intensity of that tiny touch. The sucking of her pussy, the stretching of her rear, all became accompaniments to that direct, blissful stroking of her cleft, making her feel almost like she was cumming every time it touched her. Her whole cock tensed madly into it, the spiral around her shaft keeping her in place as her cock tried to spurt into the intense feeling. Precum covered the tendril as it insistently stroked and circled her spasming opening, it circles narrowing further, its touch getting more direct, more intense, more -
“HAAAAA!” she cried at the ceiling, feeling the intensity rise to an impossible level. And it kept rising, the feeling of shivering bliss felt so clearly on her tip, so intense she could feel it inside her body, her cock spasmed madly as waves of sensation reached into her shaking hips. And it kept on going, rising and rising, taking on a different flavour that made her cries turn to groans, the feeling cooling from bliss to satisfying joy. The tensing of her cock no longer made her ache with need, but now rebounded into joy, each tense feeling like it was holding onto something good. It felt like her pussy or rear should feel, both clenching now as they tried to hold onto something solid, something substantial, instead both feeling the emptiness sucking and stretching her. In fact the only place the emptiness wasn’t consuming her was her cock, where her tensing returned a satisfying feeling of rightness every time, stronger each moment as the feeling reached steadily deeper inside of her. Finally, finally something was inside her! Wait -
She looked down, saw the thin tendril still touching her tip, dimpling her cleft around its exquisite touch. That was all it doing right, just touching her tip, right? She almost believed it too, until she tensed again and felt it hold on that feeling of joy halfway down her shaft.
It was inside her?! Her whole body froze, her breath caught, shaking. This wasn’t right, it should be hurting, would be hurting any moment, the next time she tensed! But then the tendrils on her shaft started to stroke her steadily, making her sensitive cock tense madly in the much needed feeling, every clench of muscle holding onto something and rebounding into deeply satisfying joy, making half her cock feel absolutely amazing! God how would it feel for her whole cock? She wanted to find out, even as she stared with morbid fascination, felt the slick, warm tendril reaching gently deeper, the stroking around it rising and making her tensing onto it repeatedly and her whole body rock with the feeling rebounding into her.
“More” she heard herself whisper, feeling her body pushing forward into it. Then her breath caught as she felt it slide deeper in, her stroked cock tensing the whole time, gripping onto the warm joy as it reached to fill her shaft.
“God, fuck, God!” she whispered in disbelief. It was stroking her cock steadily now, making her tense rhythmically, every tense feeling like it never left her cock, echoing inside and filling her with intense satisfaction that lingered past the start of the next one. She could feel it building inside her, not sure at all if she was getting close to cumming, or if she was cumming, her tensing cock feeling so damn good she had no idea what was happening! Then she felt it sliding deeper still, spreading the tensing joy into her base, into her bucking hips, getting close to the building pressure filling the space between her sucked pussy and stretched rear. Then something new happened.
A sharp explosion of pleasure spasmed her whole body upright, her back arching and breath strangled to nothing. She was cumming, she was fucking cumming, her whole body tensing rhythmically into the uncontrolled radiant joy that kept building and building inside her abdomen, kept on building, not releasing!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she gasped, her legs trying to crush the plant between them, her hips madly bucking against it, her body still trying to buck and grip even as she was finally pulled off by the tugging tendrils, turned quickly forwards. She couldn’t see the world turning, the plant was before her tensing cock, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but just try to hold on as her orgasm kept on building inside her with no way out and no end in sight! Then she felt warmth shoot out of her cock a moment before she was plunged into the opening and everything exploded.
“HH - HH - HHH!” she cried wordlessly, no sound coming out as impossible bliss blasted out of her cock, her whole body lifted up as it filled with all the pressure and need and longing before it was all burst out of her cock all at once, filling her and emptying her over and over. Her hips felt like they were glowing with joy they felt so good, so impossibly good, so much better than she could take, and still it kept going!
“OOH!” she cried at last, her voice returning to gasp out of her in time with her cock in explosion after radiant explosion. It didn’t feel like it would ever end, and she didn’t want it to, couldn’t take it and didn’t want it to stop all at once!
She didn’t know when it was over, didn’t even recognize anything as reality started to return in slow, unimportant droplets of realization. Realizing she was sprawled limply over the warm plant. Recognizing the feeling of its lips sucking around her base, its throat not touching her limp cock. Remembering how she’d never, ever, ever had an orgasm anything like that in her life. Her whole body shivered with it, aftershock after aftershock shuddering her body every time she remembered it even for a moment. She couldn’t even take thinking about it apparently.
She giggled, basking in the radiant joy filling her completely. Kissing back against the tendrils sliding over her lips, poking just between her happy kiss.
This time, she remembered herself. She closed her teeth just as the tendrils pushed in, hitting the outside of her firmly gritted teeth before they could enter her mouth. She looked down, struggling to focus, seeing all four white-tipped tendrils before her face, coiled there, moving forward in short, hesitant bursts of non-movement They looked… confused?
“So-” she started, stopping as they moved for her open mouth, keeping her teeth closed until they’d retreated far enough away for her to safely speak. “Sorry buddy, I think, I think I’m done. That was -” her whole body shivered again with the recollection, thankfully keeping her teeth closed as the tendrils made a last tentative try for her mouth. The aftershock subsided, and she looked down, making sure the tendrils were far enough away before trying to explain.
“I’m sorry - I, I can’t, I - I want to, God I want you to do that to me over and over again!” she cringed again with another powerful aftershock, “But, but I can’t. If I cum any more, if you make me orgasm any harder,” she shuddered again, “I… I don’t know what will happen.” She looked down, saw the tendrils were no longer before her face. Felt them again spiralling her rear.
“Oh fuck yes,” she cried despite herself, feeling two, three, four, more of them reach just into her, pulling her rhythmically again, stretching her to that promised girth it had never actually fulfilled. She was bent over the plant,her rear raised up above her body and shuddering with the feeling of spiralling and stretching her, the rest of her body shuddering with longing for it to finally fuck her like it had promised it would! And she wasn’t hard - her cock twinged a little, valiantly trying to get hard, but struggling to do it. The drugs had finally worn off? And it still wanted to, was still insistently stretching and twirling her open, even if she wasn’t hard? Was it trying to say it was sorry, say thank you?
“Oh, oh, okay buddy,” she whispered, “okay, just quickly, just once,” she lifted her rear up towards the tendrils. They swirled once more, bunching together, becoming taut and firm against her, one single, solid mass. She breathed in, bracing herself.
“OOH!” she cried as it plunged inside. She felt it, every tendril making up the whole, every ridge of the thick spiral sliding so deep into her, pulling slowly out to drive in again. God it felt like she was being fucked by a tree! Her hips felt like they’d break, but not for any pain, just from the intense girth thrusting into her body, pounding steadily deeper into her, pushing her hips rhythmically against the plant each time it thrust into her anew. Then it hit her prostate.
“AAAHAA!” she gasped, her body tensing off the plant as it hit once, twice, kept on thrusting its girth straight into her prostate, each time causing a sharp explosion to erupt throughout her body. God it felt so good, so fucking good, its building thrusts reaching into the pulsing ball of pressure welling up inside her, making her hips sing with the feeling filling her body each time it thrust. She could cum from this, would cum from this, didn’t even need her cock to be -
She felt something on her cock, intensely tingling around it, touching it from all sides. The edges of the opening, the spiralled bumps and folds pressing lightly against her sides, then more firmly, tightly! It had made her hard again! It didn’t even need to feed her to make her hard, it was so good at everything it did, even just pounding its spiralled girth into her rear over and over, sinking into her prostate, making her cringe and cry against the plant as she felt herself bucking and thrusting towards a final orgasm.
Amidst everything else she barely felt the change. She felt something different, another note of intensity spiralling down her cock, something constant in the rush of folds and bumps thrusting over her. But she didn’t realize it was the thin tendril until it was spiralling her tip again, flicking it so good, leaving her a few breaths from orgasm just as it dipped into her.
The next thrust into her prostate started her orgasm, the pressure bursting in her abdomen, rushing down her cock - pushed back again, pushed further and further back down her shaft and past her base until it was all the way back inside her again.
“Wh, whHHGH!” she cried as she felt it again, the feeling from before that had made her cum without warning - the tendril reaching her prostate. The tendrils in her rear thrust straight into the feeling, making its unbearable sensitivity explode out to fill her once, twice, again and again, her shaking orgasm pushed back inside and built more and more with each new thrust.
“Pl - pl - pl -” she whispered, trying to get a word out between her tensing body, her back arched and hips bucking, her entire body trying desperately to finish the orgasm she’d started! Then she felt something new - an intensity radiating into her, filling her with a familiar rush of sweet warmth.
“HHAAAGH!” she cried as her orgasm burst out of her cock, forcibly pushing itself and everything else out of her body as she erupted all over again, and again every time it thrust into her rear, every thrust starting what felt like a new orgasm exploding into and out of her. Her mouth was tensed open, wordless sounds escaping her, like she couldn’t even scream she felt so good, even better every time it thrust, better every time she exploded again, her whole body feeling like it was flying as she tensed away from her orgasm over and over and over and....
Then she was recoiling off the plant, shaken back to consciousness again and up off of her position resting limply over the plant, spasming upright by the resumed thrusting in her rear, the tendrils thrusting her body up into it and down into the blissfully tight opening, felt more clearly than ever before, her cock harder than it had ever been in her life!
Her balls felt like they would burst, her cock aching taut with need every moment it left the opening, the need exploding into satisfied joy every time it thrust her back in. It took her several seconds of screaming joy before she could even think how strange it was, that she was so hard without having drunk anything, not a drop of the mostly milk entering her body. Unless….
“Di, di,” she tried between tight thrusts, oscillating between ache and release, need and fulfillment every time it thrust her back in.
“Did, you, God, did, you, feed, it, into, me?” She knew the answer, knew she couldn’t possible be this hard, be feeling this fucking good unless it had forced it inside of her, directly into her, God! She wanted to be angry, outraged and mortified, but couldn’t bring herself to do anything but gasp for joy as it fucked her and made her fuck it so good!
“You did, you did, didn’t, didn’t, God, didn’t you! You, fucking, did, you, bastard, you -” she tried to make herself angry, make herself resist it, wanted it to know it shouldn’t have done that!
She slapped it hard.
It stopped instantly. It pulled her out, its lips having to stretch wider to pop off her her aching cock, leave it dangling taut and so hard above the opening, aching with need.
“Fuck, keep going, fuck, keep, why did, why did you-” she realized that she’d slapped it. Realized what slapping it meant, what it now thought she wanted it to do to her! Heard it chuckle.
She felt the thin tendril spiral down her taut shaft, saw and felt it spiralling her head, circling towards her tip.
“Oh GAAAAAA” it dipped inside her, sliding into her, making her tense onto it, the feeling almost enough to offset the aching hardness as she tensed against it all the way down inside of her. Then it reached her prostate.
“FUUUUUCK!” she screamed as it thrust into her rear again, pounding into her spasming prostate. Then it thrust her cock back into the opening, her erection bulging through the spiralled tendril to fuck into the folds and bumps stretched over her tensing girth. She felt it grip and press into her balls, reach into her clit, more spiralling tips dipping into her pussy to stretch her just as wide as the solid spiral pounding her arse, pounding her orgasming cock into the tight plant, the tendril inside her keeping her orgasm building and building.
And she couldn’t get enough of it.
For a crucial second, Sura asked herself the wrong question.
Her mouth was full of the mostly milk again, enough to make her hard enough for at least three more orgasms, if not more! How many had she had already, three, four? And before that?! And that last orgasm, GOD that last orgasm, the sadistic plant teasing her so long and so good she felt like she was going to die screaming for joy! If she bit the tendrils in her mouth, would that happen again? Could she take that again?
Should she bite or swallow? The wrong question - she should have been asking ‘how hard can I spit?’ But she was so focussed on thinking about the consequences of her actions that she didn’t see the obvious. Maybe part of her didn’t want to, thinking with awe at that last orgasm, all the ones before, all the ways it had touched her and had left to touch her.
It happened quickly, her body reacting to some combination of her subconscious wants and the fluid in her mouth. She felt herself breathe in sharply, her tongue flicking back. She swallowed. As soon as she’d started she couldn’t stop it, feeling the warmth rush down inside of her, leaving her staring wide eyed ahead, wondering what on earth she’d just done! She felt contact around her cock, wet slick folds pressing in on her from all sides, lightly then firmer, moving past her as her cock grew back to full erection inside the plant.
Why had she done that?! But that thought was instantly pushed to the back of her mind as the plant started thrusting her again.
A few last drops of sweetness flew out as she cried out in joy, feeling her rock hard cock plunged into the tight opening all over again, turning her aching need to a feeling of pure ecstatic rightness, feeling even better ever time she thrust. After all this time she still couldn’t believe just how fucking good it felt - the bumps spiralling up and down her thrusting cock, the folds opening and closing over her tensing head, her hips and balls rebounding the smooth skin over and over. She’d never felt anything like, like -
“OH GOD!”
She came without warning, pressure blasting out of her before she’d even felt it build, ending each spasming thrust in a hot burst of release she hadn’t needed. It felt amazing, so good, but nothing like before! A few heavenly spurts and it was over already, mere punctuation in the plant’s steady thrusting of her cock which now felt more tingly than divine, retreating from the pleasure rather than delving into it and letting it fill her completely.
She just had to hold on longer, she thought as her body thrust, she wasn’t even trying, that’s why she’d cum straight away. She tried to grip her knees around the plant’s body, gaining just enough purchase to thrust with her hips into the plant’s rhythm, driving her cock through the tingling aftershocks to force them to retreat behind enveloping warm joy again. Her body relaxed, her mouth opening to a gasping smile, a soft laugh startled out of her in time with her thrust. The sound stopped as she set her jaw firmly again. Not again, she had to focus, couldn’t just enjoy this amazing fucking feeling, how good it felt, how perfectly it enveloped her cock - no, focus! She had to try and hold on, or she’d cum again before she even got started! She gritted her teeth, tensed her body, making her bulge within the plant, making the sensations so much tighter and clearer, so much harder not to give in to. But still she fought for control, telling herself she had to hold on, let it build to a proper orgasm, give her chance to really enjoy it. She gritted her teeth harder, tensing firmer into each and every thrust. Then it grabbed her balls.
Her mouth was forced open by a high pitched groan as she felt it whip around the base of her balls and pull, squeezing her taut again, spiralling over her bulging shape. It made her feel just how full she was, her once spent body now brimming and aching for release again. But she didn’t want to, not yet, her back arching as she gritted her teeth and eyes and cock against the pressure building behind it, trying not to give in to the mounting heaven flowing through her cock, beckoning her to let go.
With a last possessive squeeze the tendrils let go of her balls, releasing a rush of need that flowing up into her cock all at once, making her cock and breath both spasm as the pressure in her abdomen shook and quavered.
“Not yet, not yet,” she whispered, her voice a squeak of determination.
The tendrils returned, cupping her balls, forcing the feeling of need into her as they pressed up against her body, just as she liked to do herself! Her body instantly felt the familiar signal that she was ready to cum.
“No - no - just - a little -” she squeaked, fighting her own instincts, “just- a little - more…” just barely, her thrusting body was still able to hold on instead of giving in to the pleasure. After all, she told herself, it was doing it wrong - when she held herself she used her fingertips to work her clit as well, filling her cock with the feeling of intense directness as she cupped her balls and came violently. God, just the thought of it nearly sent her over the edge, her body spasming and shaking as it thrust, the pressure in her abdomen churning and pushing for release. But no, not yet - it wasn’t right yet, she told herself. It wasn’t touching her clit, it was leaving it alone, letting for focus just on how much she ached with need there, longed to be touched, waited for it before she’d cum. Then she realized something, it hadn’t ever touched her clit!
No wonder it ached so! Even before in all the amazing teasing - she shuddered with the thought, fighting for control again - even before it hadn’t done it properly, come close but not touched her directly. That was how she’d hold on - she could focus on that, not on how it was thrusting her cock over and over, pressing her balls perfectly as they rebounded off the smooth skin over and over, fuck, God - no, no focus on her clit, on how imperfect it was without her clit, how incomplete, how much better it could be, should be, would be.
It touched her clit.
A single tendril took its place, its slick surface applying the barest pressure as it spiralled the first time. But it was enough. Her body couldn’t resist, her clit so sensitive she’d have cum even if it wasn’t now touching her exactly as she did when she wanted to cum, even if her entire focus centeredon how much she wanted it to touch her clit, her hard she’d cum if it did. Even if, she still would have cum -
“GUUH - UUH - ” the pressure exploded out of her again, and again, her eyes closed as her body spasmed into each new thrust of white hot bliss. And it kept on going this time, spurt after spurt, waves of pleasure filling her body as they rushed out of her, feeling so perfect, so - it started to subside.
“GUH, GH, Hh, Mmm,” she moaned, not wanting it to end, trying to hold onto the retreating joy inside her as all too soon it trickled out of her, left her tingling and retreating and wanting, “Mmm, more! I want mOH!”
It plunged into her pussy and rear again, thrusting madly straight into the right spots in time with its redoubled thrusts of her body. It pressed her balls and firmly circled her clit, each moment exploding throughout her hips and filling her cock with tension, growing tension, building, NOT YET!
“GUUUH-HUUUH-HUUH” she came again, still spasming in aftershocks as she spasmed a new, her cock feebly trying to push out pressure that wasn’t even there, barely a single spurt of joy filling her before it was over too soon, her cock spasming and shaking as the plant kept on thrusting madly. She fell forward, her face falling onto and moaning against its body, her hips writhing as it kept on thrusting them faster and faster. But it wasn’t going to work! It wanted more, she wanted more, but she couldn’t hold on, couldn’t not cum too soon, orgasming before she was even ready, before there was even anything there to release! And it kept going faster to try and make her ejaculate more, but she couldn’t hold on, couldn’t help it, couldn’t, couldn’t, God not again!
She opened her mouth and bit down hard.
Everything stopped. Her hips kept going, meekly trying to thrust against the plant, riding out a few fading spasms of what may have been another orgasm, she didn’t know anymore.
“Why -why - ” she tried to speak between heaving breaths “Why - ?”
Why had it stopped? Then she felt her cock vibrating, making her wince as she felt its whole body shake with the sound of it starting to grumble.
“Hnnng!” she groaned, the sound coming out from within her mouth still full of the plant’s body, her teeth trying in vain to sink into the taut skin. Her teeth! Her eyes flew open as she realized what she’d done, was still doing, her mouth releasing it straight away, returning instantly to desperately try to kiss it better instead. Her lips lavishing her desperate apology onto the plant’s unbroken skin, desperate for it to forgive her.
In time she realized its grumbling had stopped. Slowly, it starting to lift her body up again, making her breathing quicken as her hard cock sliding up its opening towards the top, ready to be thrust back in. But it had forgiven her, or at least believed her that it was an accident this time! Thank God, she breathed out, relief overcoming her at how narrowly she’d avoided that one. Why, if it hadn’t believed her than it would have…
She clenched her arms and legs in just before they were pulled past the top of the body. She held onto the slick surface, finding she could get just enough of a grip to slow her ascend to a stop. She heard the plant grumbling a little again, felt it vibrating on her cock, making her wince, felt the tendrils around her limbs tense, ready to pull her off. Quickly she leaned forward, touching her lips to the plant again, kissing insistently. Then very gently, she opened her mouth wide and touched her teeth to its skin.
Another grumble erupted out of it, loud but very brief, more of a reflex, quieting to a lower, more unsure sound almost instantly. She kissed, making the grumbling stop, then gently, meaningfully, bit it lightly again.
The grumbling was much less this time, quieting almost instantly, giving way to a long, thoughtful silence. Did it understand her? Her arms and legs still held onto the plant, only just, and wincing back her uncertainty, she raised one hand, bit it again teasingly as she gave the side a hearty slap.
A sharper sound vibrated out of it, less a grumble, more of a… yelp? That seemed to seal the deal, as it lifted her up, her limbs and lips sliding instantly off the surface, her breath catching as she waited for it to stop and lower her again, slide her back in any moment, start the cycle of building thrusting all over again with her having no hope of holding on. It lifted her all the way up... and kept lifting her until its lips popped off of her head, leaving her glistening cock throbbing above its opening, free. Then it started to turn her over.
She breathed out a sigh of absolute relief. It had understood - it knew she was asking it to edge her again, take control away and not let her cum so easily. It was going to be hard, God last time she’d begged it to let her cum, but that was better than just cumming non stop. Maybe she could take it better this time, not beg so loudly. Maybe. But her thoughts were interrupted with her movement, as she was stopped halfway, not turned all the way over but held upright over the plant instead. This was new!
She looked down, saw its tendrils lain flat, the sight getting closer as it gently lowering her back down until she was straddling the plant, its body pushing her legs apart and tendrils curling up to hold her thighs there, spread apart as she sat staring down at her aching cock. Had this really been a good idea?
She felt unsure, excited, hopeful. She heard it grumble again, making her breath catch but only a little, as she realized that the grumble sounded very, very different. It was still low and deep, but was much less forceful, far less like an angry growl, much more like a, like a low… chuckle?
Then she felt its opening reach up to kiss her pussy. Her whole body was tense with excited surprise, and again as she felt it kiss her anus, slid its lips up and over her pussy, tingling so lightly past her clit, open wide to kiss her balls.
“Fuck” she groaned, her back already arching. Its lips let go. It grumbled again, no… chuckled again, as all in front and behind her the tendrils reached in towards her...
Her breath caught and hips flinched as the tendrils closed over her in a shock of intensity. She’d wanted it, so much, trying to push against it as her body kept trying to flinch away, her nerves been made to scream for attention until they spasmed in that first electric touch.
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.
She felt them before she saw them, two groups of tendrils sliding up her inner thighs towards her hips. The tips of the tendrils tingled against her skin, their touch leading the movement up her trembling thighs, dipping into the grooves of her hips to the sensitive skin between and a gasp from her. Then the touch slid up past the sides of her pussy, curving past her cock, flowing out and shivering over the ridges of her pelvis before rising off her sides.
“God!” she breathed. It hadn't touched anything of consequence, yet it had felt so, so - she felt the same movement starting again, the two groups of tendrils sinking onto her skin above her knees, tendril tips sliding down her thighs, curving up just past her shuddering pussy, around her tensing cock and up her stomach, curving round her ribs just in time to miss her breasts.
She realized her back had arched, looked down again, saw the tendrils touch above her knees, watched and felt them flow up to curve around her groin and rise shivering up her stomach, so close to her breasts they brushed the undersides, her breath held in hope as the tendrils drew their touch around her breasts, up the sides and up and over her shoulders.
"Ooo," she cooed as another shiver caught her, "are, are you fucking with me now buddy?" She didn't expect an answer, and wasn't surprised when the touch started again, rising all the way from knees up her front to her shoulders without touching anything she really wanted it to. But she was surprised when it flowed around over her shoulders, transferring the touch to two more groups of tendrils that stroked down her shoulder blades, curved into her arching back, their tips gliding over her skin all the way down until they rose to splay out over her rear, making as if to grip or hold, but sliding out of her hips instead.
"Oooh, okay buddy," she smiled between gasps, "whatever point you wanted to make you've maaade - " her voice turned into a long breath in as the touches started again, above her knees and behind her shoulders, one pair flowing up the front as the other flowed down her back, one curving round her groin as the other tingled down her spine, one sliding around under the sides of her breasts as the other splayed out of her rear, one leaving her shoulders as the other left her trembling hips. Then they started again, up her thighs and down her back, her body tingling with all the more anticipation for knowing she wouldn’t be touched, her eyes closed as she just felt the touches rising up her chest and down her back, reaching the underside of her breasts and the curve of her rear. Sliding up and over her breasts, tendrils splaying out over her cheeks and breasts at once, holding all her curves as she held her breath. The tendrils gave a possessive squeeze.
"OH!" she groaned sharply as her whole body flinching, clenching inwards, the tendrils staying firmly holding her breasts and cheeks as they began to slide their hold over her skin. “Oh, fuck, okay buddy, okay, it was worth it, okay," she babbled through smiling clenches of her body as the tendrils cupped and squeezed and circled her breasts and rear, moving her cheeks and breasts around as the tendrils possessively held her and played with her.
Then she felt the touches starting again, up her thighs and down her shoulders, anticipation tingling in her breasts and rear until the next rhythmic clench turned it to a shock of pleasure by another squeeze. She breathed, trying to think, confused - if it was already holding her, then where - the tendrils sliding down her thighs starting curving down, not up, their tips tingling their way towards her pussy which clenched with every squeeze of her body. At the same time the tendrils sliding down her spine stayed straight, dipping into her cleft, the tendrils holding her cheeks pulling them gently apart to make way for the sliding slickness that flowed between her cheeks and onto her anus just as the others touched her pussy.
"FAA" she cried, her legs spasming, breath coming heavy and her muscles tensed, sagging as the touches flowed off of her. Only then did she realize that the tendrils still hadn't touched anything - the they'd flowed around her anus, up past both sides of her still clenching pussy, having touched nothing at all. The touches started again, and this time her body was shaking with anticipation, feeling them slide down her legs, down her spine, her buttocks griped and pulled gently apart as the slick touch flowed between her cheeks and up her thighs, shivering around her anus and pussy and lifting free.
"Come on!" she breathed out, smiling despite herself, her muscles tensing as the touches started again, her breath heavy as they flowed inwards, up her clenching thighs and between her held cheeks, flowed around her again!
She would have sworn, tried to, but her body wouldn’t move, still tensed frozen, the tendrils from behind still reached up and holding either side of her pussy. Was it going to - ? She imagined it closing, dreamed of it closing, her pussy pulsing with need. “Come on, come on,” she whispered under her breath. Slowly, the touches moved - away, holding onto her skin as they spread her apart, pulling her lips open. Then they slid down, her lips sliding shut again as the touch slid lower, stopping on the verge of dipping into her anus, instead sliding back until they were spreading her lips open again, repeating the slow, maddening movement down and up, back and forth. Her hips were moving with it, as if her body was desperately trying to chase the feeling and make it substantial, rocking up as it slid to a stop before her anus, rocking down as the touches approached and spread her without touching. Her body recognized the movement of her hips, the rhythm of sex, making her breathing rise faster and her body tingle in anticipation, making the next squeeze of her breasts and cheeks throw her head back as she cried out:
"AAH FUCK! Come on, please, please," her voice high and breathy as she looked back down, seeing her chest held and squeezed, her nipples appearing and disappearing as the splayed tendrils slid over her breasts, circled around them and squeezed again, seeing her hips rocking back and forth with the maddening movement between them. And seeing the tendrils curling down towards her cock.
She tensed, her breath held, shuddering only slightly as it squeezed and slid, eyes watching eagerly the slick tendril heads approaching, getting lower, lower… descending past her cock.
"Aw come - OH!" she cried out as she felt them touch her balls for the first time. The clarity of the senation was unbelievable as the first one slid around the base of her balls, wrapping its warmth around her until it circled her completely, then started to pull down. She shivered as the expanding ring slid all the way down and off her balls, tensed as another circled and pulled down after it, and another, the fourth circling around her tight. It circled a few loops to be sure, then pulled, squeezed tightly around the base, making the rest of her balls bulge out of its hold, her skin so taut it shone smooth. She flinched as new tips touched her there, tracing her shape, sliding over her taut skin, feeling exquisite, but having the added effect of making her erection throb madly, tingling with a desire to be touched.
She felt a new touch sliding down her thighs, prayed it would go to her cock, tensed and shivered and internally begged as it approached. She breathed out a plaintive breath as it curved down instead, her voice rising up as it approached her pussy just as the touch from behind was spreading her lips apart, leaving her open and vulnerable.
“Please,” she whispered. The new tips touched either side of her pussy, tracing closer to her aching clit. And then they descended, pulling her lips apart as the other touch retreated behind her.
“FuckinAH!” her whole body flinched upwards as the tendrils slid straight onto her anus. She hadn’t realized just how sensitive she was, every nerve brought to overwhelming anticipation and shuddering with joy at that first touch. And the first touch continued, as the tips wetly circled her anus, sliding over her sensitive skin, each circle drawing another whispered cry out of her. This felt so much better, her body rhythmically bucking the feeling in time with the squeezing of her cheeks and chest, the circling of her balls. But still - the other tendrils had taken over tracing around her pussy now, constantly pulling her apart as they slid up and down, coming so close to her clit, so close to her lips, so close. All while the other tendrils squeezed and circled her balls and made her cock tense madly. Her breath was drawn out of her as the squeezing of her cheeks and breasts grew harder. She almost laughed with joy as she felt a new touch on her thighs, rising up, unsure if she was desperate for it to touch her cock or pussy or nipples or anything, just praying that it would!
It rose up her thighs, up her stomach, sliding up the undersides of her breasts, tracing over the tendrils holding her, approaching her nipples. “Yes,” she breathed, as they splayed out, the tips becoming a circle on her breasts, closing in, “Oh please, yes.” Her breath was squeaking through clenched teeth as she felt them flow onto her sensitive areola - and stay there.
“No,” she whimpered, the sound becoming a cry as she felt them circling her areola as the other tendrils resume squeezing and sliding over her breasts, it all feeling so good, so fucking good her whole body was thrusting and shuddering into it, but what she felt even more was how it was now not touching her nipples - not touching her pussy as her hips rocked with their touch sliding up and down around it - circling her anus and gripping her balls but not touching her throbbing cock. God why, “Why, why!” she moaned, throwing her head back in frustration. Then she saw something dangling over her face. A tendril, its end not rounded but torn. Bitten. The tendril she’d bitten, deliberately shown to her as her body writhed in desire and longing.
“What? What do you - OH, OH!” her breath exploded out of her as the tendrils closed on her pussy and nipples.
As the plant’s tendrils lowered her bodily, its pink opening relaxed, closing in again, its soft pink edge reaching up as if kiss her approaching cock.
“WaiAA!” she cried as her tip touched the warm lips, flinching free in a rush of slick movement. Her cock bobbed towards a stop, the lips reaching and trailing after her, managing to kiss her tip again, only to cause another flinch as her cock was sent bobbing again. But this time she was sure - she did recognize that touch! Those lips, that opening, that’s what her tip had been touching so deep inside. It must be really flexible to -
“AAA, aaa” she cried as tendrils whipped around her cock, collecting near her head and squeezing into that ring of pleasure that had stroked her so well before.
“Oh yes, please, yes,” she begged under her breath, her hips reflexively trying to thrust again into the memory of that exquisite pleasure. Just the thought of that stroking and thrusting and kissing her head all made the pressure in her abdomen almost burst right then and there. She smiled in anticipation, her breathing catching and holding as the ring started to move, and stopped straight away. She looked down, saw the ring barely an inch from her head, having pulled her foreskin tightly back, leaving her head tensed free and glistening bare before the waiting lips. They kissed, and this time her sharp flinch and cry didn't move her cock at all, the ring keeping her tip firmly in place. The tendrils lowered her again.
“AAAAAA!” her hips shuddered wildly as she was eased down, the lips spreading over her head, contracting around her neck with her head fully inside the tight warm opening, the same feeling that had buckled her entire body before. But now it kept going, her bare head thrusting deeper, feeling every fold she slid through, every bump brushing her, their number gradually spiralling around her head and down her shaft as more of her sunk inside. Her hips were bucking, trying desperately to thrust, her legs clenching and toes curling, voice coming in breathier cries getting faster, quieter, higher, until….
Her cock was only a few inches in when it started. Her eyes and mouth flew open and stayed there. She felt the change, some last wall inside her vanish, her orgasm held back purely by the firm tensing of her cock. She’d been able to do this before, letting her orgasm start but holding back her ejaculation to just keep on enjoying the building of pleasure to new heights. But now she was doing it accidentally, her whole body clenched by itself, her mouth open but no sound coming out save a strangled half-noise. Her throat was clenched, breathing stopped, hips shaking before a building feeling that threatened to burst her as the feeling of her cock sinking further in grew to unfathomable heights of pure joy. She knew she had to breathe, had to let go! But the bliss of her cock still sinking inside, the staggering pressure about to be released, she couldn't, she couldn't… she did.
Her voice and orgasm exploded out of her. The pressure shot outwards through her body, as if it couldn't get out her cock fast enough in the first long spurt of intensity. Her hips thrust forward into it, the opening tightening on her as it did, sucking as she tensed, melding into her until it felt like her body and the plant were the same thing. Her hips shook against it, pulling back just long enough to thrust into another long spurt of bliss, and another, and another, there seeming to be no end it, and no want to end, no world, no time. Then there came a spurt that was less than the last, and another, and another, until the last of the pressure drained into her cock and was feebly thrust out of her.
Her body shook rhythmically, aftershocks making her muscles and her voice shudder joyfully and her hips try to thrust again, every tensing of her cock making the opening tighten on her in unison, greedily gulping at her cock like it always did after she fed it. Distantly she was aware of her eyes squeezed shut and hair clinging to her sweat damp face. She was smiling, oh how she was smiling - it hurt she was smiling so much, and she didn't care, not one bit!
“Fuuck,” she breathed out, “that was, fuuck! He he.” She was giddy, her voice shivering with another happy aftershock, “Mmmmm, I owe you all the milk in the world budd-EEEE - !” It started to lower her again.
Her cock continued to thrust in, tensing and shivering in the oversensitivity of her last staggering orgasm. But just like before, when it was her own hands that wouldn’t stop, somehow the sheer pleasure of it felt greater than everything else! And it felt so much clearer now, so much better, her hypersensitive cock feeling every fold she opened anew, every bump twirling her length, every gulp of the lips drinking her in. She couldn't believe it, couldn't get enough of it! The lips kissed her base.
“Aaa, haa, AAA”, it lowered her another inch, pushing her balls against its soft skin as it thrust her cock all the way in, the soft skin around the opening pillowing her hips as her entire length throbbed fully inside. It was still sucking rhythmically, the walls rushing in around her to squeeze. And she was still tensing, the aftershocks shivering her body in long spurts, her cock trying to squeeze out every last drop she didn’t know she had.
“Ah, ah - is that - it - buddy?” she asked between deep breaths. “You just - wanted to make sure - you got it all? Right? Ooh fuck, I think you got it all,” she could feel the tendrils tensing on her arms and legs, massaging her flushed skin. She knew what was going to happen - it was going to push her back up again. At least she hoped it would, or she may just fall asleep right here. She laughed again, thinking how nice that would be, to sleep slumped over this warm, generous lover, her cock snugly buried inside. But sadly, she knew from experience that she couldn’t sleep, not with her cock so hard. She was still hard, she realized with a shock. Fuck, what was it going to take to - the tendrils round her limbs began to push.
“Mmmmh!” she groaned through a smile as her body was lifted steadily up again, her cock beginning its long, shuddering journey all the way back up the tight opening, the bumps spiralling round her in reverse now, folds sliding over and closing past her tip, every one of them kissing her goodbye.
“MmmmmnnnnnAA... aah,” she breathed heavily, her cock popping free at last. She looked down to see its entire surface slick and shivering in the air above the plant. Somehow, despite the strength of her orgasm, she was still rock hard.
“Fuckin hell. Fuck.” She bit her lip. “Um, buddy. I think you, missed a spot?” She had no idea if it understood her, suspected it didn't. But her heart lifted as she saw its lips relax, and then reach up to kiss her. “Oh thank you, thank yOO” it kissed and devoured her tip again as it lowered her back inside. Slowly she slid all the way back down, folds reopening and bumps spiralling all over again, her cock trembling in time with the long cry of her voice.
“AAAAAAAAAA- Ah, ah, ha”, she breathed with her cock fully inside, her hips buried in the plant and her balls pressed firmly against it as its lips possessively kissed her base. Her eyes were wide, her breath heavy - as much with disbelief as with anything else. She could feel the pressure in her abdomen again! She’d only just cum! She still shivered with aftershocks! And she was going to cum again already?!
It lifted her back up, her body cringing as she felt every moment, every agonizing, amazing moment, gasping as she popped free, her eyes even wider, breath even heavier. She wasn't just going to cum - she was going to cum now! It kissed and sunk her back in, her eyes squinting as the feeling of every fold and twirling bump shuddered throughout the pressure in her abdomen, felt her legs clenching, toes curling, hips bucking. She wanted to thrust faster but the plant was all that was supporting her, she was so worn out - and she was close, so close, so close! She cried as much with relief as anything else as her balls pushed into the plant and hips wrapped around it - then were immediately lifted off it again.
“Nnnnn! Nnnnn!” she tried feebly. She couldn't take it, she was going to, going to! It lifted her all the way up, the lips tugging on her neck, on the verge of popping free - and refused to let go as it instantly sunk her all the way back in. She felt the change again, felt her orgasm starting, the tensing of her thrusting cock the only thing holding it back! Her balls touched and she exploded again.
“OH, OH, OH!” she screamed as again the pressure shot through and out of her body, her cock spurting out long unbearable waves of bliss. Her hips smacked against the plant, shuddering there and pulling back to smack into it again, and again, and again, and again! She couldn't stop it, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but enjoy the pleasure exploded throughout her shaking body all over again.
Finally, it started to subside. Her hips kept thrusting, more of a tap than a smack now as she shuddered against it, shivering in between. She was smiling again as its gulped on her relaxing cock. Wait - the ache was gone! She was still hard, she felt that clearly as she shivered with the textured surface suckling rhymically on her length - but she wasn't fully hard, not the achingly taught fullness she’d been unable to even dent herself. Was she finally going down?
“Oh, okay. Okay. Whew. Now could you lift me back up agAIN!” It pushed her up, its opening rushing past her in a blur of hypersensitive sensation and impossible pleasure, its lips pulling around her head before it thrust her back in again. She felt her tensing shaft thrusting all the way back in, her cock still trying to push out the last of her orgasm as her hips and balls smacked it and were pulled away again. It wasn't pausing, wasn't giving her a second to rest, and wasn't stopping, pulling and pushing her faster than before, thrusting her in and out over and over. Her eyes squeezed shut, hair clung to her cheek. Her muscles felt like putty - but she didn't mind, she just wanted to cum again, one last time!
“AH, AH, AH!” she cried in times with her hips rebounding off its surface. “AH, FU, AH, FU, OH, OH, OOH AAAH - !”
It gathered her back in, swallowing her deeply as she exploded again, her hips shaking and thrusting as her orgasm blasted out of her and into the gulping plant. By the third spurt it had started to lessen, and by the fifth she was slumped over the plant, her hips feebly bucking in the aftershocks. Her mouth was open, panting, just trying to breathe.
In time she vaguely saw that the plant’s rock was before her eyes, distantly registered that its surface was shrinking, no, moving further away, realized she was being lifted. But her cock, she couldn't feel her cock! Did that mean it had finally -
She fought against her limp muscles, looking down between her sagging arms and legs, seeing her cock lifted out of the middle of the opening. She was flaccid, her erection having finally subsided.
“Ha!” she laughed out loud, “Aw fuck, thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” she beamed down at the plant, unbelievably grateful, longing to throw her arms around it if she could move them at all. In such a short time it had finally gotten rid of her impossible erection. She was free.
She was still laughing and panting, her eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. She felt something touch her tongue, flinched a little, opened one eye to see a tendril reached up before her face, recoiled after having poked her in the mouth.
“Ha, I'm alive, don’t worry buddy,” she smiled, looking at the pink tendril, seeing its white end moving towards her, stroking her tongue. Was it kissing her goodbye? It was good kiss too, warm and sweet, a rich sweetness. Her eyes closed with her lips as she took a reflexive suck, feeling the warm sweet taste spread across her tongue and down her throat. She’d never thought of sucking it directly from the tendril, always poured the ‘mostly milk’ into a beaker to drink. Wait.
Her eyes flew open. She could see and feel her cock twitching, swelling. No! Reflexively she bit down hard.
The tendril recoiled back, white spewing from its severed end. She could still feel the rest of it twitching behind her teeth. She spat, spat again and again, her tongue lolling out as she tried to bring her hands up to brush it off. But she couldn't move her arms. They were still firmly held in the tendrils, which flexed tightly against her arm and legs, shaking strongly. She could hear a low sound coming from below, like a gurgling or wet grumbling, coming from deep within the creature. Its opening was closed, clenched shut over the rumbling sound, its tendrils clenched down against its sides, save the severed one still leaking white. It was held up before her eyes, tensing there, as if it was being meaningfully shown to her.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just had to stop -” she remembered, looked past the tendril, saw and felt her cock standing at full, aching hardness again.
Then the world was moving, rotating past her as she was turned around to face the roof. She felt herself being lowered, felt warm slick movement press against her from her upper thighs to her lower back. She was lying propped up on top of the plant now, her limbs hanging around it in the embrace of its tendrils. Was - was it letting her go? After just making her this hard again? Sure it was only a mouthful, so it’d probably go down after one orgasm. But still. Then she felt it easing her legs open, slowly but firmly. She looked down, saw her erect cock, saw and felt tendrils rising between her legs, around her sides, a forest of them rising up all around her hips, their ends curling inwards.
It wasn't grumbling anymore. Had it forgiven her for her mistake? She was about to get an answer, as she felt tendrils sliding between her legs.
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.
