Protection and Pleasure

The spirit lowers Lavorra towards her, at the same time that its phallus slides its first few inches between her legs. Lavorra sighs happily, her fear and shame ebbing away as she gives herself truly to the benevolent creature. If her earlier dalliance with Lorkan was born of self-loathing and broken down resolve - knowing that she couldn’t fight anyway - this melding of flesh and plant-flesh is wholly intentional; it is what she desires.

Her soles scrunch happily, toes curling, as the vine throbs against her. Taken from behind once more, she bites her lip at the pleasure and tenderness the Alraune displays, teasing her yet fulfilling her, as the ridges of its phallus tickle over her walls, sliding back and forth easily as Lavorra finds herself growing ever wetter.

The beautiful face of the plant-creature grins at her as it draws closer, flirtatious but almost shy. As she watches, it bites its lip, and Lavorra cannot help but giggle. The Alraune makes no sound, but opens its mouth, mirroring the giggle. Then its lips press against the Elf’s, meshing their mouths together.

Lavorra moans into the Alraune’s mouth, lips parting and tongue roving. She is still bound, but now feels more supported, carried - though given the current circumstances, she cannot deny that the sensation of bondage is one of many things exciting her. She rolls her hips eagerly as the Alraune penetrates her at one end, whilst locking its tongue around hers at the other. It begins to thrust now, slowly but firmly, and Lavorra whimpers happily as she feels a second, smaller vine begin to rub against her tender clit.

She feels the Alraune’s hands in her hair, mussing it hungrily, drawing her into the kiss. Lavorra responds eagerly, the taste of the creature sweet and soothing.

She begins to wonder what it tastes like elsewhere.

As if reading her mind - probably, actually, reading her mind - the plant-woman breaks the kiss softly, its grin mischievous. It watches Lavorra’s face for a few moments, clearly enjoying the helpless knitting of the Elven girl’s brows, the parting of her wet lips, as the vine begins to fill her, thrusting at a quicker pace now, joining the rhythm set by Lavorra’s rocking hips.

Her mouth hangs open, wet and eager, her tongue starting to loll out, her eyes rolling up as the Alraune thrusts itself into her tightness, simultaneously lapping at her clit with that second tendril. Then she finds herself looking up at the Alraune, as the being lowers her head, at the same time rising once more from its bed of the petals.

Lavorra is presented with the creature’s mound, and does not resist in the slightest as her face is pressed against it. Her eyes meet the plantkin’s, and her feet wiggle happily as she finds herself made gently and sweetly to submit. She opens her mouth, kissing the Alraune’s mound, then nuzzling in, having to make do without her hands to part the being’s slick green folds, her tongue lapping eagerly.

She finds the Alraune’s own clit, and begins to service it obediently, fluting and then swirling her tongue around it; keeping eye contact and humming happily as she sees the pleasure on her partner’s face, and feels a shudder inside her from the vine-cock, which quickens its tempo.

She finds herself intoxicated by the taste, like sweet nectar, and eagerly gobbling, moaning both at the quickened thrusts that rock her body, and the slender green hands buried in her hair, grinding her face into the Alraune’s pussy.

Arms softly bound, her round arse and legs lifted in the air, she buries her tongue inside the Alraune’s tunnel, sucking hard on its clit, her head bobbing up and down. The creature’s grip on her scarlet locks grows tighter. She feels her scalp tingle at the sensation, ever so slightly painful, but in a way that only arouses her further.

She becomes aware very quickly of the shivering of her thighs, and then her orgasm is upon her.

Orgasms.

They roll over her like waves, hitting her one after the other, and she finds herself going limp at the **** of pleasure. It is all she can do to feather her tongue against the Alraune’s clit, the plant-woman’s head tipped back in its own ecstasy, as it too begins to climax.

Lavorra’s mouth and chin, already slick with drool and the Alraune’s juices, grow wetter still as her floral lover cums against her mouth. At the same time, she feels a glorious fullness, as the phallus within her meets her own shuddering release with pump after pump.

With the same wordless knowledge that told her she was safe and loved in the Alraune’s grasp, she knows there is no risk of being impregnated, so she gives herself over to the glorious sensation of being filled with the creature’s seed. At it withdraws, ribs bumping tenderly against her pulsing pussy, Lavorra moans joyously, feeling its cum trickle out between her thighs. She blushes, face cupped once more by the tender hands of the Alraune - there is no judgement or shame here, only sweetness, and she lets herself enjoy the sensation and experience of the creature’s load filling her up, and slowly leaving her.

She sighs, and finds her bindings slipping away, carrying her instead onto the Alraune’s nest of petals, where the creature draws her into a warm - enjoyably sticky - cuddle.

Safe in its embrace, she gives herself over to the first proper rest of her adventure.