Try to save the man

You know how dangerous these predatory plants can be, man-eaters that doom their victims with pleasure before turning them into food, and you cannot stand by and watch this idiot get himself killed. You crash through the branches of the jungle ferns and leap into the midst of the clearing.

"Huh?" The man looks at you with surprise and then his eyes bug out as thick vines wrap around his arms and legs.

"No!" you cry and leap at him as he is dragged towards the plant with the massive, vulva-textured bulb.

"Mine!" shouts the plant woman fused to the bulb. Vines lash out, smacking you across the face and chest and knocking you through the air. You fly backwards, thumping into something that gives and sloshes behind you. A powerful odor permeates the air. Your vision begins to swim and your nipples stiffen beneath your shirt.

Oh no, you're in range of one of the plant's pheromones!

You turn slowly, looking up to see the gloating smile of the plant girl attached to the huge pitcher-shaped cup of plant matter. You can smell the sweetness of her and you marvel at her beauty. Her breasts are huge and topped with fat nipples, her arms and neck ar slender and smooth, and her face is model-perfect, with big, dark eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. The only strangeness to her is that her flesh is as green as a stalk of celery.

She slowly extends a hand to you and motions with a curled finger.

"Come closer," she says. "Don't you want to feed me?"

"W-what?" you ask, your head reeling.

"I will make you cum," her voice haunts you. "Step into my pitcher. It's warm and nice there. I will make you cum and cum until you can't cum anymore."

"Th-then what?" you ask, a bit of drool spilling down your lip.

"Then I will digest you," she coos. "To keep me beautiful and healthy."

Your senses are dulled. You turn your head slowly and see the man behind you. Held off his feet by a dozen vines. His clothing hangs in tatters and the plant holds his back against her bulb as she wraps a thick vine around his fat cock and strokes him. She is speaking to him, soothing him and urging him to cum.

As you watch his purple cock explodes, launching ropes of white cum into the air and splashing them onto the vines curling beneath his feet. The woman atop the bulb seems to laugh. The huge vulva splays open with a wet sound, the lips dripping and pale yellow, and she begins to drag him inside, still caressing and soothing him with her sweet voice.

Turning back, you realize you have stepped closer to the pitcher. You lean over the edge to peer inside. It taller than you and smooth-sided, filled with a milky-yellow fluid. If you climb inside you know you will never escape. And yet every bit of you wants to give in to the promise of pleasure, submitting to doom at the hands of the beautiful plant woman.