Slime.

With her face mashed against the plant-girl's wet little flower and strands of saliva-nectar hanging from her chin, bridging the gap between it and her mouth, Vivia was eagerly lapping up the sweet, thirst-quenching fluid secreted from within—however that nectar soon flowed a little slower, a fact her fuzzy mind found frustrating as she wasn't quite sated.

Without really asking herself why, she planted her lips on the petals, and gave it one greedy kiss, hoping to extract more of its juices. What ensued was a spurt of thicker, slimier fluid, that noticeably tasted rather sour. It washed over her tongue, and she found herself puckering, in that act sucking it into her mouth. As her lips came off the flower, the viscous, sticky ejaculate came out to squirt over her face in greenish ropes that clung to her nose, lips and cheeks. Before she could think to do otherwise, she swallowed it.

The plant-girl lilted backward, a sigh coming from its mouth as air seemed to escape its body. The vines holding Vivia loosened their grip, and she was lowered to the overgrown forest floor. As they unwrapped and receded, the rest of the sentient plant retreated as well, falling down into the bushes once more.

On her hands and knees, Vivia caught her breath, gulping two or three times and shaking herself out of the dazed state she had been in. For a moment she stared at the hands that supported her, seeing the fluids drip from her face onto the leaves and grass with wide, slightly crossed green eyes. She felt dirty, but no longer very thirsty, yet at the same time strangely unsatisfied. Her mouth was itching, and as she moved her tongue around she felt a surge of pleasure fill it.

She took a sharp breath, and began to move her tongue more tentatively, finding every movement highly stimulating inside of her mouth. Every inch of slimy skin was electric at each brush of her tongue, causing her to let out a shaking, gasping moan. She shuddered as her tongue poked the back of her lips, and moaned even louder as it dragged an exploratory course along the roof of her mouth, barely able to stand the extraordinarily ecstatic sensation. As she pushed the very tip to the back of her throat, her body wavered, knees coming together and hands covering her mouth suddenly. She pursed her lips tightly as she nearly fell flat on her face, heavy, excited breaths blowing the foliage before her nose about.

She struggled to sit upright, and then swallowed hard. The act sent another shiver of pleasure through her, and as she sat there on her knees suppressing a long groan, she had the overwhelming urge to stick something in her mouth.