No, they claim you as their own.

Your orgasm feels as though it was milked from you by the plants, it lasts longer than usual and makes you feel incredible. You relax for a few moments, enjoying the after glow.

More flowers sprout up from the ground around you and coil their way around your fingers in a loving embrace, while another two sprout directly under your chest and open flower buts right at your nipples. The massage they give further disarms and relaxes you.

Even more flowers coil around your legs before slowly parting them wide, the plants then work together to slowly raise you to your hands and knees while still surrounding your body.

The flower around your cock starts working you harder, its insides swell with a thick liquid nectar and sloshes and slurps around your cock. numerous other flowers start discharging the sweet nectar all over your body, an aphrodisiac that takes some time to work into your skin but it quite potent.

All thoughts of wanting to get away are removed from your mind as your next orgasm hits you and lasts for what feels like a full minute.

The next is quick to follow and lasts even longer.

As your cock is milked for your seed, more flowers emerge from below you to coil lovingly around your body.

As more of them do, so too the amount of nectar being rubbed into you increases.

Before long you have disappeared under a thick writhing bush of flowers and vines, the only sounds emanating from them are the rustle of the vines, the wet squelching of the flower milking your cock and your strangled cries of pleasure.

The nectar also slowly works away and wiping your mind of everything but the pleasure your being subject to.

It takes several years but eventually your mindless body exists as nothing but a pure source of energy for the flowers.