Oh absolutely (Original)

I met her confused face with a lecherous grin of my own as I swiftly dove headfirst between her quasi-clothing and her breast. Her boobs were a tame chartreuse color, much lighter than the rest of her body, almost like she had tan lines of some sort. I waited for a moment for any resistance, but when none came, I squirmed my way to her nipples. They were so firm, noble, and yet oh so sensitive.

If I stretched my arms wide, I could fondle both nipples at the same time, so I began to knead at each of them with my palms like I was massaging someone's back. I could feel some kind of vein throbbing within their delicate membranes as they got harder as I pinched and rolled them with my fingertips. The plant woman responded by moaning softly, and the quake of her voice vibrated my whole body.

"That was the first time I heard your voice!" I mumbled into her cleavage. I knew she probably didn't understand my words, but hopefully, my happiness made it past the language barrier. Causing someone else to express their pleasure so vocally in response to my actions was its own reward. I continued with the foreplay for a few more minutes, enjoying every moment of her gasps and quivers of delight.

It felt like a heated cuddle that could last an hour. Her body was so warm, and her heartbeat thundering, gradually quickening just below the surface of her skin. I honestly didn't expect her to have a heart; maybe our physiology was more alike than I knew; I could feel every bit of her muscle and tendons. It was immersing in the best possible way.

My hands were beginning to ache, so I decided to get a bit more creative with my play. I lifted myself up and wriggled my way to focus on one of her nipples. Her breasts were so large and bountiful that it was difficult for me to alternate between them, but I managed. When I was face to face with a singular areola, I realized it was almost too big to fit in my mouth... almost. I wrapped my mouth around one of her erect green tips, and she let out a low moan of approval. I used my tongue to tease and massage it while I ran my fingers around its base, then sank my teeth into the nipple I had just tantalized.

The moment I did, the plants around me convulsed for a moment, letting in streaks of moonlight. I used my teeth to lightly drag it across my tongue before sucking it into my mouth with a surprising amount of suction while relishing the shock that shot through her body. I was getting a good rhythm going, and her moans were becoming more frequent, almost like she was in a trance of her own. Now, she was letting out these adorable little squeaks, accenting my bites. She sounded almost as sensitive as I was.

I don't imagine there are many situations in that a plant would undress, so that made sense. I couldn't see her face from here, but I could feel every tiny movement of her body as she breathed. I was able to make a game of it. I switched to the other nipple and alternated between biting and licking. I could feel the liquid heat of her 'blood' as it rushed through her. I sucked one into my mouth, using my tongue to trace its bumpy surface.

I felt a wetness trickle from her breast and run down my chin. At first, I panicked about whether or not it was blood. Her skin felt a bit thin, but I didn't think I was using that much ****. But as I pulled back, I saw an amber, syrup-like liquid oozing from her nip that was now coating my tongue. Then, the sensation hit me. I was already sweaty with the physical exertion, but the raw lust rushing through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced and filled me with renewed verve.

My teeth sunk deeper into her breast, filling my mouth with the honey milk. But, soon, the fabric loosened, and light streaming through the vine canopy hit my face. I looked up, and I saw her eyes wide open in surprise. The plant woman's lips were parted as she panted, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Her boobs and I were bared to our private grove in the woods, and her heart was pounding faster while her body trembled. The plant woman's moans were becoming increasingly ****. I could hear her voice cracking with excitement.

"Do you like it?" I asked, my voice dripping with atypical confidence, "You like having your nipples played with, don't you?"

As if in answer, she briskly pushed my face back into her tit. I lapped at her nipple again, running my tongue around its whole silky surface, gently biting down. Her panting was accompanied by short bursts of incoherent blubbing. It was a sound of pure, intense bliss, and I wanted to fully realize it for her.

Her breathing became erratic, and her moans turned into high-pitched dins. I was surprised she didn't seem used to enjoying herself this much, I didn't know if it was her first orgasm or not, but with such a visceral reaction, it must have been rare. Her vines were no longer in the shape of any sort of structure, they were flailing wildly. I saw one strike a small tree, shattering it.

The plant woman was losing control of herself. I knew what was coming, and I was ready. She pushed my head deeper as her climax peaked, and a shiver seemed to reverb through the earth itself as she let out a long, deep moan. Her breasts heaved as she held me in place, and I could feel the vibrations of her heartbeat through my whole body. My own body was shaking with anticipation, and I could feel the liquid heat of her milk pooling in my stomach.