You're lucky she seems nice... (Original)

"Can you not understand me? Who are you?" I asked with a hint of unintended aggression.

Her face changed to a more concerned, almost maternal expression as she tilted her head.

"I take that as a no..." I said awkwardly as my face heated up with a blush.

Her countenance shifted back to a smile, and she giggled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Her vines stretched forth and began to wrap around me. My eyes widened as I felt myself being pulled into the air. Finally, I realized the tendrils from the plant before were being pulled out of me as I moved away from the ground. The intense flutter of pleasure from just that shattered every coherent thought of escape or prudence.

I feared for a moment that she might use her size and apparent power to punish me for encroaching on her territory and possibly befouling her young, but she just caressed me. The feeling of being lifted with such tender care was utterly disarming, I could feel the raw strength behind the vines supporting me.

I knew the ground below me was quickly getting further and further away, but as I tried to look down, I watched in bewilderment as the vines engulfed my vision, forming a sort of small shelter in which all I could see was the plant woman's shoulders, chest, and face. Her eyes were almost entirely black, speckled like the starry sky up above, with a sort of deep, sun-yellow pupil as big as a tea plate. She looked me up and down before resting on mine; they were captivating and utterly inhuman.

I felt a strange peace pass over me. I knew that, logically, I should probably be scared, but the emotion was simply absent from my mind. There was nothing else but the two of us existing within the deep green vine cocoon she had made for us. I stared into those mesmerizing yellow eyes as she brought me closer to her face. Her lips pursed, and she kissed my forehead, then moved me down and kissed me on the cheek, and eventually-

I opened my mouth, almost to protest, but instead, I closed my eyes and let her continue. As our mouths met, I could feel the fullness of her lips, but the taste was even better, like summer berries. Without commanding it to, my tongue eagerly explored the soft inner flesh of hers. She seemed to let out a sigh of satisfaction, and I noticed some unrealized tension fade as her shoulders relaxed.

Her saliva choked my mouth and I couldn’t help but swallow to keep from coughing. I felt a sanguine rush between my thighs. A warmth surged through me that seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere at once. She slowly set me on the floor of the grass-like confine she had made.

Some of the fog began to clear from my mind, and I could feel a semblance of strength returning to my fingers. Was she giving me some sort of antidote? If so... why? What did this whole wordless interaction even mean?

My curiosity was quickly overtaken by another sensation, one much stronger than anything before. The feeling **** its way through my reason and self-preservation as I propped myself up, testing my strength. I needed to serve her. The feeling was resolute and demanded action. I could only describe this woman as a magnificent giantess worthy of my total devotion.

The plant woman smiled with a slight hint of something in her eyes I wasn't sure of. Could it be... lust? For me? I'd never been the object of desire in an amorous situation such as this. Though it was, in a word, primordial, there was a mutual attraction between us!

The vine cocoon parted like a curtain call, allowing her to bring her arms inside. She motioned, beckoning me to come closer. I took a hesitant step forth, unsure of what to do. I couldn't help but wonder if I should go along with whatever she wanted, but I didn't want to somehow tarnish the situation. So, I sat there on the floor, stupefied, as her hands approached me.

Her fingers came up to me, easily as big as my legs but so gentle as they lifted me up so much more fondly than the rough vines before. Her knuckles were made of a hard bark, but the skin of her palms was a soft, mossy green. She brought me to the dubious shelf made by her bosom and set me down on the springy plant matter. Unlike her hand, this skin was more like my own; smooth and sheen, only... each of her breasts had to weigh half a ton.

She gently stroked my head with a massive finger, and I instinctively leaned forward and returned her embrace as best as I could. Her size meant that I couldn't return her the same comforting experience she was giving me, but I could try something else. I gently scooted myself to the edge of her massive tits and tested the tightness of her leafy raiment.

I could fit in there...