Lovingly

As the Headmistress of the Paisley school, you know all too well the dangers of underestimating a monster. Hell, you slayed more than one when journeyed here for your own Monster Thesis so long ago. But despite all of your expert knowledge, when you look upon the green hued face of your double, you can't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. Before you even become aware of it, your left hand slithers upwards, carefully stroking the leafy locks of the hybrid's mane.

The clone's head tilts upward, her eyes finally opening to meet your own. Those milky yellow eyes are definitely not human, but they stare at you transfixed with wonder. A wet pop resounds as her lips leave your sore, stiffened nipple, sending trickles of tainted milk dripping down her chin. The pause doesn't last long though, before she simply changes targets, green lips sealing tightly around your neglected bud. A soft moan flees your lips as she drinks from your swollen globe in deep, greedy swallows.

It's as if being reborn from that massive flower left your body far more sensitive than before, every nerve ending blissfully enhanced to it's full potential. That makes resisting your primal urges much more difficult that it used to be, and already your free hand is sliding down your tender flesh, seeking out your aching lower lips. The other hand tightens it's grip, twisting your fingers among the leafy brush this creature calls hair. Her high moan is muffled by your dribbling teat, the response causing you to shiver softly. It makes you wonder, just what else can that eager mouth accomplish?

No. You can't allow yourself think like that, you're Headmistress Victoria Swift! If this voluptuous vegetable is your flesh and blood, then it's all the more reason to resist her charms. If the two of you worked together, you could easily escape the greenhouse and find the others. If only you could resist your seedling, which will be easier said than done, as you're already grinding your fingers against your **** clit, which feels incredibly hot to the touch. You just have to make her stop!