Jemma

"What are you doing here, Foxgloves?"

You lean to look round Carly, and find Jemma surveying you both with shock. You really should lock that door.

"Who knows?" smirks the green girl, rubbing her nether lips against your tip. "What are you doing here, Jemma?"

You raise your eyebrows at your trainer, who opens and closes her mouth. It's not hard to guess - she's wearing a silk robe, barefoot. Carly looks back at you, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"I... I'd better go..." Jemma motions, but as she reaches for the door, her wrist is caught by a green tendril.

"Not so fast, honey," grins Carly, as more vines wrap around the twenty-five year old, dragging her towards your bed. "You came here to fuck Michael, didn't you? That's a very naughty thing for you to do. Very inappropriate. Do you think she needs punishing, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}?"

"Yes, she's been a bad girl," you nod, embracing the idea, as Jemma is dragged, squirming, onto your bed. "We'd better teach her a lesson." The vines part before your hands, allowing you to rip her silver robe into tattered fragments, exposing her heavy breasts and already-moist pussy.

"Okay, I'll confess, I just couldn't res-" Jemma suddenly chokes, as a green tendril forces its way between her lips, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.

"There, that's better," sighs Carly, straddling the blonde's midriff and fondling her nipples. "Bad girls like you don't get to talk - though maybe I'll let you breathe." The circumference of the green shaft in Jemma's mouth shrinks, allowing her to take a heaving breath.

"Now, Jemma. Have you been having naughty thoughts about me?" you ask, manoeuvring behind her rear end.

When Jemma doesn't respond, Carly's vines squeeze her soft pink breasts, hard, whilst her hands move to fondle her own green pillows. "Alpha Man asked you a question, slut." Slowly, Jemma nods her head, moaning through the giant tendril filling her throat.

"That's what I thought." You nod to Carly, who dismounts, and uses her vines to lift Jemma's hips to the right height. "There's only one way to cure a bad girl like you - a good fucking." With that, you plough into Jemma's sopping pussy, causing the young woman to arch her back as best she can in her bonds and let out a muffled scream of pleasure.

"What a fucking whore," chuckles Carly, moving round to rub her naked chest against your back, as you pull back for another hammer-like thrust. She starts kissing your neck lustfully, still eyeing Jemma's punishment with glee, as one hand drops to caress your balls.

"Do you get it now, Jemma?" Her pussy is practically gushing around your cock, which you slam into her again and again with unforgiving ****. "To us, you're just a fuck-toy to play with." To punctuate your point, a green tendril wriggles its way into her anus, sending Jemma's eyes flying open.

"Oh, now she's getting it," murmurs Carly. "Now the lesson's beginning to... sink in." Another few inches of thick stem forces its way into Jemma's ass and mouth, causing tears to leak from her eyes.

You up your pace, pounding your chaperone with unrelenting lust, and you slap her fleshy butt. "Your body belongs to us." Jemma orgasms, and you hit the other cheek. "Your mind belongs to us." She cums again, writhing against her bonds. "Because all you are, all you really are, is our dumb little fuck-toy." When you slap her again, Jemma's pussy contracts wildly with her third orgasm, and you pull out, spraying your batter all over her soft body.

"Oh yeah," Carly groans in your ear. "Paint this dumb bitch. Mark her as yours." Jemma finally falls limp in the vines, her eyes half-rolled up into her head. "Yesss - and they're finally ripe!"

You look round, to see the green-skinned girl plucking a plum-like fruit from the bush that has grown over your bed. She bites into it, and throws her head back with ecstasy. "Oh my fucking god, that's good."

You pick one yourself, and take a bite. Initially, you taste maple syrup, but as you swallow there's an unmistakeable aftertaste: your cum.

"C'mon baby, let's go to bed," suggests Carly, her vines sliding off of - and out of - Jemma. You throw yourself down into the bed: on one side of you, the **** blonde, still wearing tatters of silk. On the other, a sexy and dangerous mutant, curling naked against you, and you drift off with her legs entwined with yours.