Shhh. Stop talking. You had me at blowjobs.

If there's one thing that can be said for Captain Derrick Halloway, it is that you do not back down from a challenge...or turn down an offer of oral sex. Actually, the latter is probably said a lot more than the former. It's probably a lot more accurate too.

Taking a deep breath and deciding that, fuck it, you only live once, you step forward with cock in hand and come right up to the flower's outstretched tongue. The plant gives that excited sound again as you come so very close, the slender dexterous tongue stretching out more and drooling more of that viscous saliva. Finally, after letting the moment linger and the sweet scent of the flower's drool fill the confined space within the crate, you close the distance between yourself and the plant and let the head of your half-mast cock press against the tip of the outstretched tongue.

As soon as that happens, a sound almost like a pleasured moan leaves the plants lips and, without warning, the slender tongue that had been stretched from the flower's mouth seems to stretch further, sliding like a slick and smooth vine around your fat prick and coating your heated flesh with that thick plant drool. At that contact, you feel an electric shock of pleasure and your cock is instantly rock hard, standing at attention at it's full ten inch length. This seems to please the flower as it gives a sound like a purr as the grip it's tongue has upon your thick rod tightens as it begins to pull you towards its full lips.

You only have a moment to consider that maybe presenting the most sensitive and precious part of your body to an unknown life-form's mouth may not have been a very bright idea before the head of your cock is pulled between those luscious lips. Soft and smooth, those lips are enough to drive away any doubts as they wrap about your swollen dick-head and begin to suckle gently. Slow and tender draws upon the tip of your cock send shivers of pleasure through you even as that slender and agile tongue winds around your cock all the way to the root until you can feel the tip of that wet appendage teasing at your balls with flickering licks.

A moan leaves you lips at the stimulation of both lips and tongue and you reach out to place a hand upon the flower's "head", which was really more of a rounded bulb the flower bloomed from. You feel smooth, cool and slightly waxy "skin" beneath your fingertips as you caress the plant, petting it as though in encouragement of its actions.. It seems to enjoy that contact as it begins to redouble it's efforts to please you in response to your touches and moans of pleasure.

It draws you deeper into its mouth, full lips dragging along your shaft as it takes you halfway into its mouth. Already, you can see a slight bulge in it's "throat" as the head of your dick presses inward. The interior of the plant's mouth is wet and somewhat cool, though it seems to absorb the heat of your body the longer it has you inside. That viscous fluid continues to coat your skin and seems to heighten your sensations, making every slide of lips or tightening of tongue upon your cock twice as intense as it normally would be.

Though, if you were honest, you'd be hard-pressed to say that this wasn't plenty damn intense all on its own, given the fact that this strange flower was giving you one of the best blowjobs you'd ever had. It wasn't quite the best yet as you'd been with a Carlisian girl once and they had three tongues and absolutely no gag reflex so it was hard to beat that. Although the plant seemed to be determined to give that particular girl a run for her money as its tongue began to tighten and slacken in a milking rhythm, sliding up and down your cock as it tightened and relaxed at an even pace.

On top of that, the plant had leaned forward slowly, letting even more of your cock fill its throat. It slid its lips down and down along your hard cock, slurping and suckling upon that hot flesh as it went, until you could feel petals tickling at your stomach and balls and lips pressed firmly to your pelvis and wrapped around the base of your cock. You can see the flower's stem bulging as it hugged tightly around your invading cock, the outline of your cock so visibly hugged by that tight embrace that it's almost like you're wearing a glistening green condom around it. You can almost see the throbbing of your cock through the waxy skin as the plant sucks and suckles at your cock and it's "throat" works and shifts around you.

You thnk you could probably cum right then and there, if you wanted, but the plant isn't done as its tongue suddenly bunches up, coming together to form a fleshy sleeve around your prick within the flower's mouth and throat. That impossibly long and acrobatic tongue surrounds your dick and, without warning, the flower pulls it's "head" back, lips and cock-sleeve made of tendril like tongue sliding up along your rigid dick until only the head is kept within their tight embrace. You have a second to see just how soaked your throbbing manhood is with the plant's sweet-smelling, thick drool before it is slamming it's head forward, impaling it's own mouth and throat with your iron-hard tool in one fast, rough motion.

It repeats this motion, fucking its own face with your all too eager cock with sudden savage desperation. The thick plant saliva makes obscene slurping and dripping sounds as the flower facilitates the fucking of its mouth with each fast, rough movement. Faster and faster, harder and harder, the flower moves until you know you aren't gonna be able to last any longer.

With a growling moan, you grip the back of the flower's "head" and hold it against your groin as you manage to take control and thrust your cock in and out of its mouth of your own accord for a few pumps before you lose it. A guttural groan leaves you as you bury your member inside of the flower's mouth and throat and shoot your load down it's stem, the flower milking you for every drop with continued suckling of it's lips and massaging of its tongue. You cum hard and long, shooting most of your load down it's throat before pulling back enough to let the last few spurts fill the flower's mouth and coat it's tongue before you're finally spent.

You pull back completely, your cock escaping the flower's lips with a wet pop, and lean back against one of the walls of the crate, breathing raggedly as you try to catch your breath. The flower, in the meantime, swallows down your semen hungrily, the voluminous liquid causing it's stem to bulge slightly as it travels down. Where it travels is anybody's guess, but that's not really on your mind at the moment.

"Holy...fuck...that was some fuckin' blowjob. Daaaamn...", you breathe out with the sort of chuckle only somebody well-pleasured could make.

"Thank you. I did my best.", comes an unfamiliar feminine voice that makes you look around with surprise.

Did...did that plant just talk?