Myria discovers the plant woman.

The scent which the flower produced was sheer ecstasy for Myria. So much so that when lips pressed against her own, she did not think it strange, even welcoming their touch as they moved against her own. A firm arm slid around her waist and pulled her closer to the flower, even as a second reached out and slowly began to massage her breast through the thin fabric of the toga.

The demi-goddess let her eyes flutter open, and beheld her lover. Green from head to foot, the nubile figure of a woman stretched forth out of the flower. The petals had parted to about her waist, spreading themselves out like a skirt about heavenly thighs. Hair, golden and soft with pollen, rolled down her shoulders, her face seemingly crafted to be pleasing to the eye. Though she was not as beautiful as Myria, any man would desire such a woman in their arms even without the aphrodisiac in the air.

With tender slowness, the flower petals fell further, revealing the puffy slit below, though from this there leaked a thick sap. Myra sighed in even greater joy as the scent increased tenfold, being supplied she came to understand by the plants very womanhood.

Their lips parted for a moment. “You are so beautiful,” the nymph breathed, sending more of that sweet scent directly into the demi-goddesses’ face. She gently suckled on Myria’s lower lip, her free hand slipping through the fabric to fondle directly a breast, an act met with a wonton moan from the disgraced goddess. "You deserve this. So much. Just relax. Let em make you feel so good..."

“I didn’t…oooh…know your master had made such-Ah! Such pleasant company,” Myria moaned.

“I am indeed. Pleasures like you have never known,” the nymph cooed into her victim’s face, pressing her cheek against Myria’s flushed own. “Pray, my dear, tell me your name, so I might know what to cry when we become one.”