Maybe just one more question before my dick rebels against me and my uncharacteristic restraint.

Every instinct you possess tells you to shut your fucking mouth, stop thinking and start fucking this hot plant girl that is so very eager for you in your lap. Every instinct but your survival instinct, that is, and, unfortunately for your every other baser instinct, survival took precedence over everything. After all, you couldn't enjoy all of those very lewd, illicit and fun activities those animal instincts wish you to participate in if you were dead. Not being dead trumped getting laid...if only just.

So you steel your resolve and promise to make it up to your cock for waiting while Chloe was wriggling and writhing against it and try to find something else to ask. The old adage of knowledge being power was one that had proven true in your life many times before so gleaning whatever knowledge you could from the plant girl was definitely a priority. You didn't know exactly how much knowledge you could get from a young woman who had been little more than a sentient flower before this, but it was still worth a shot.

"Well then, Chloe, sweetheart, maybe you could do me a favor to repay me for givin' ya such a fine name by answerin' another question.", you say, having to take a moment before continuing to bite the inside of your cheek as Chloe slides her rounded rear just perfectly against the tent in your boxers where your cock works to tear through the thin fabric with it's aching hardness, "This place where you and your, er, sisters grew up? Maybe you could tell me about it? Or about anybody who was around when you were growin' up?"

Chloe looks up at you as you ask about this, her lips curling into a thoughtful little frown and her brows furrowing adorably as she thought hard. "That's hard, Master. When I was just a floral stage Chlorophyte, I didn't see much. But...it smelled bad. The air was bad sometimes. I remember that. It was bad air that made it hard to bloom. The air usually got cleaned really fast, but I could always still sense a little bit of the bad air around.", she states and bats her eyes up at you, "Does that help, Master?"

It didn't really. There were plenty of planets that had enough pollution in the air that filters were needed in some buildings to keep the air breathable, but, considering you didn't even know exactly what constituted "bad air" for a plant girl, it didn't give you much to work with. But you still gave her a smile and, as a reward, let your fingers slide along her pussy again, a single digit parting her folds and spreading her own flowing wetness along her flesh in a teasing manner that has Chloe shivering against you.

"That was good, darlin'. Good. Now, how 'bout people? You remember any people?", you press, taking your fingers from her so she can focus, which causes Chloe to pout slightly as she again wracks her brain.

"I...I remember voices. We could understand words in our floral stage. That's how we learned so much about how to serve our masters. I remember...a name. D...Doctor? Doctor...Flint?", she says, having to **** the name from her lips and, as soon as it did, a shiver that had nothing to do with arousal went through her as she suddenly turned around on your lap so her legs wrapped about her waist and her arms went around your neck as she hugged you tightly, "I...I don't want to talk about him, Master. It...It feels bad."

You feel the plant girl shivering against you and can tell she's very frightened by the memory you've jostled within her mind and, despite yourself, you wrap your arms around her and hold her close in a reassuring and consoling manner. It seemed you'd hit a sensitive subject and that intrigued you. You could do with learning more about this Flint guy, but is it right to press her right now when it so clearly frightens her?