Pollinate The Plant-Woman

A scent came to Lois Lane...a taste, a flavor. Musty and strong. It set her heart pounding and her ap flowing, mouth flooding with sweet nectar as if to attract some monstrous bee...and something did grab her branches, using them to aim a thick stamen into the plant-woman's waiting mouth.

It had come to pass, from time to time in Lois Lane's life, that she had to suck a dick. In the time of her grandmother or great-grandmother, ladies might not have done such things, but the reporter's generation was more open about such things. Women gave head, and men ate pussy. It was foreplay, sexual welfare, a sure cure for boredom, and sometimes a mark of honor. More than once, Lois had felt a little flare of pride n her chest as she felt a lover nut in her mouth, utterly unable to control themselves as they blew their baby batter between her lips.

She had never swallowed.

As the warm prick slid into the plant woman's mouth, however, Lois could feel things shift inside of her. There was a strange emptiness...a hunger...a ****, burning need deep inside of her...

"Tight," her customer said as the cock moved in. "Her lips are meant to close like that?"

"Yes," Ivy's voice came from nearby. "Her mouth creates suction. She can still move her tongue a bit, too. You feel that texture? A little ruff, like velvet?"

The cock-head moved back and forth across Lois Lane's tongue. The plant woman's whole frame shuddered.

"I feel it."

"Nervous tissue proliferates. Taste sensors bud off additional little sensory organs, like little clitorises. The more you rub, the better it'll feel for her."

The cock rubbed back and forth, the bottom of the cock scraping across the plant-woman's tongue. Lois shook uncontrollably, conscious thought nearly impossible. It was like moving from foreplay straight to the middle of a serious masturbation session.

Her customer grunted, balls slapping against the plant-woman's wooden chin.

"There are other changes, deep inside." Ivy explained. "She'll grow a channel leading from her esophagus to her uterus. It'll take some time for this to fully mature, but once it does, we should be able to directly pollinate her through her mouth organ."

"Exceptional." The cock was pistoning so hard and fast in Lois Lane's mouth that her tongue burned, nectar spilling out past her green lips. Her mind was a blank void, unable to process anything but the endless stimulation of the cock running across her sensitive tongue.

Something hot splashed against the back of Lois Lane's throat...the hot, sticky seed sliding down her esophagus. Lois quivered as she swallowed and swallowed the bitter, delicious semen, her whole body yearning for more, her stubborn, overgrown tongue curling around the cock head and trying to suck out every drop of cum.

It didn't seem to slide down into her stomach though...the hot, wet meal detoured, running down her slim green form...toward that strange emptiness down in her core, near her roots...

The cock was pulled out of the plant-woman's mouth.

"Yes, I definitely think this one is going to be for my sole, personal use." Her pollinator said.

A hand ran over Lois Lane's skin.

"Take care, little flower. Sleep well. I'll most likely impregnate you in the morning."