Look for his clothes

Duncan rubs his eyes and gingerly stretches his arms and legs, confirming that everything is still attached. With a sudden urgency, he looks down and uses both hands to carefully examine his penis. It is red from overuse, but it otherwise appears to be unharmed. His balls are a bit sore — again, probably from **** overuse — but they are both right where they belong. He gets up and brushes himself off, trying to free himself of what might be pollen, sap, dirt, and grass that is stuck to various parts of his body. Most of the debris comes off easily, but he definitely needs a bath. He has no access to a mirror, but as he runs his fingers through his hair, he can only imagine what a sight he must be. His hair is sticking out in all directions and is in an almost-frozen state. Again, it’s probably from the flower’s sap, but it reminds him of the time he and Stewart joined in with some of the soldiers from the Palace Guard to gangbang one of the servant girls. She got off on having guys shoot their loads on her face, and by the time the dozen-or-so men emptied their balls on her, her face and hair were thickly covered with semen. Duncan saw her the next morning as she got up and did her walk of shame back to her quarters. The spunk in her hair had dried so hard that it probably could have deflected an arrow.

Duncan dismisses the thought as he notices a small bump on his stomach, about four inches to the right of his navel. He figures it’s probably an insect bite, but it doesn’t itch; it emanates a strange warmth. Upon closer inspection of his body, he feels a similar bump on his back.

With a slight frown of concern, Duncan looks for his clothes. That’s when he remembers last seeing them flying through the air in a steaming mass, as the flower spit them out. He finds the clothes. Well, he finds where the clothes were. On the ground in front of him are a few pieces of cloth, none of which are any bigger than the palm of his hand. They lay in a gooey mass of thick liquid that vaguely shares the colors of his clothing but is now disintegrated beyond any possible use.

Duncan looks around for something to use to cover his nakedness. He begins to reach for a large leaf, until he remembers his recent experience with the flower and decides to leave the plant life alone. Left with no other option, he leaves the clearing, completely naked, and returns to where he last saw Felixia.

Much to his relief, the obscene howling and the violent shaking of the tree has subsided. While Duncan is grateful to not have to listen to the caterwauling, it does make him wonder just how long he was **** after his encounter with the flower.

“Felixia!” he calls upward into the branches. “Felixia, come down here! I have a problem!”

After an interminable wait, punctuated by increasingly-urgent pleas for the Felechon to come down, Duncan has just begun to wonder if he is going to have to climb up into the canopy. Finally, the leaves part and the prince sees the enchanted catlike creature descend, riding on the long vine-like appendage you have come to recognize as Norax’s penis. The cat’s head at the end of the penis has an expression that conveys it is completely pleased with itself. Thick white liquid drips from the corner of its mouth — drops that bear a remarkable resemblance to the drops on Felixia’s chin and that coat the fur on the insides of her legs.

The Felechon stretches and opens her mouth in an exaggerated yawn. She licks her lips and seems to notice the presence of the white liquid at that time. She wets her paws with her tongue and begins bathing herself before lazily addressing the prince.

“Honestly, Little Spareling! I know it must be hard for you to understand such things, but when you grow up, begin to notice the opposite sex, and finally coax one of them to have sex with you....” She looks up at Duncan, studying him for a moment. “Let me rephrase that.... Once you offer enough money to some prostitute to allow her to overcome her revulsion and consent to sleep with you, you’ll understand how rude it is to interrupt someone when they are in the midst of studying up on their carnal knowledge.”

“Felixia, I have no time for your goading. I must tell you what happened to me, but first I need some clothing.”

“Clothing?” asks the creature. “Whatever for. What’s wrong with what I gave you?”

“It’s gone; that’s what’s wrong with it,” says an exasperated prince. “Can’t you see that I’m naked?”

“You are?” Felixia pauses in her grooming long enough to cast an appraising look at the young man. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s so hard to tell with you. What did you do with your clothing?”

Duncan explains what happened in the encounter with the flower, leaving out the part about being caught while jacking off. He had no desire to be goaded further by Felixia. When he is finished, the Felechon looks at him with mild amusement before saying, “Well, what you described sounds like an Eros Lily. That hardly seems likely, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one thing, Eros Lilies pollinate like many other flowers that rely on bees or other insects to spread pollen from flower to flower, but the Eros Lily depends upon sentient male life forms for this task. It attracts them and lulls them into an erotic stupor and then feeds upon the sexual experiences of the one who has been trapped to milk him of his semen. The flower manipulates the captured sperm and puts it back from whence it came, trusting that the horny little bugger who just got captured will take the payload to another Eros Lily.”

“Yes, that sounds exactly like what happened,” says Duncan.

“No, you’re not paying attention,” says Felixia, with an exaggerated show of patience. “Didn’t you hear me? I mean, assuming for a moment that what goes on between those ears of yours qualifies you for being sentient — and mind you, I’m only saying that for the sake of argument — the flower only entraps males.”

“I am a male!”

Felixia’s feline eyes grow wide with surprise. “Really? Are you sure?”

Duncan stamps his foot on the ground. “We’ve been through this before. Of course, I’m a male. You, yourself, gave me this enhanced penis!” He grabs hold of it, forgetting for the moment how absurd the scene might look to anyone who happened to be watching.

“Oh yes,” says Felixia, thoughtfully. “But be that as it may, you’re still not paying attention. I mean, let’s say you are sentient, and let’s say you are a male... Again, I’m not conceding anything — I’m just saying this for the sake of argument.... The only reason an Eros Lily is going to nab a virgin is if it is on the verge of starvation, and if one that weak grabbed you, even someone with such laughable muscles as you would be able to fight it off.”

“Felixia, I am not a virgin,” insists Duncan, growing increasingly impatient. “We’ve been over this already.”

The creature studies Duncan for several moments before shuddering and saying, “Well, you are royalty, I suppose. I guess with the kind of wealth you have access to, you probably could find some blind, ****-stupored, senile, unemployed hooker, and paid her enough money to endure the five or six seconds it probably took you to demonstrate your virility.” Felixia rolls her eyes.

“Felixia...” Duncan’s voice takes on a tone of warning.

“I beg your pardon,” she says. “That was wrong of me to say. I’m sure it took several minutes. I keep forgetting how difficult it must be for you to locate your penis when it is as small as that. Maybe I should have made it fluorescent orange to help you.... Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not like you’re likely to have to use it for anything other than peeing, anyway....”

“Damn you, creature!” says the prince. “Enough of your taunting. You know full well that I have more than enough sexual experience to feed whatever needs this foul flower has.”

Felixia seems unmoved by the prince’s outburst. “But Spareling, look at you! Your skin — as otherwise repulsive as it might be — is vile, hideous, and unsightly, but it isn’t burned to a crisp.”

Duncan looks uncomprehendingly at Felixia.

The Felechon explains, “Anything that isn’t flesh and fur that enters the blossom of an Eros Lily gets dissolved with a powerful acid. If it had been an Eros Lily that pulled you into it, your skin would be badly scarred as the flower burned away your clothing. So you see that it couldn’t possibly have been an Eros Lily.”

Duncan pauses, trying to figure out the best way to respond. Finally, with a tinge of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks, he says, “I wasn’t wearing my clothes when it entrapped me.”

Felixia stops her grooming ritual and stares at the prince. “No clothes? Well, that doesn’t make sense.... Eros Lilies don’t grow close enough to large bodies of water, so it couldn’t have nabbed you while you were bathing. It goes without saying that you weren’t having sex...” Felixia makes a show of unsuccessfully trying to suppress a shudder. “The only other explanation for why you’d be naked around an Eros Lily is if you were....” Her eyes grow wide in undisguised delight.

“Oh, Your Highness!”

Inwardly, Duncan groans. He casts a dismissive wave at the creature and says, “Never mind that, Felixia, what am I to do about...”

“Rubbing the royal scepter, were we?” The Felechon begins to shake as laughter builds inside her. “Polishing the Crown Jewels? Milking the royal heifer? Sword fighting — excuse me — dagger fighting?”

“Enough of this,” insists the prince, feeling his face burning with embarrassment. “It clearly was an Eros Lily that entrapped me. What am I to do about it.”

When Felixia finishes her hearty laughter, she looks down at the cat face on which she has been sitting. “Norax? What do you think?” When there is no response, she looks more closely and sees that the obscene appendage appears to be sound asleep, quietly snoring with eyes closed and a goofy smile on its face.

“Poor boy,” says Felixia, hopping down to the ground and giving the end of Norax’s penis a gentle scratch behind the ear. “I guess I wore the fellow out. He must be out of shape; we were only at it for two days.”

“Two days? Was I **** that long?” Duncan asks.

“That sounds about right,” says Felixia. “Now what to do about you? Hmmm.... Well, I know what I’d have you do if you were a magical creature, but as far as I know, no Eros Lily has ever entrapped a human before. This one must have been really ****... If you were normal — magical, that is — I’d tell you to go find another Eros Lily, offer yourself to it, and let it take your pollinated sperm from you. Honestly, I don’t know whether that will work on a human or not.”