Stay a bit with Sonya

"Let's head upstairs for dinner, Masters." the kneeled Slut behind both of you says, after being released. You start taking the leash and following her when her Mistress order her: "Go clean yourself first, we will follow in a bit, Masters have to talk."

She gets out quickly and you turn to the sight of a perfect being, dedicated to kinky sex, and totally yours.

"What did you want to talk about? Did I do something wrong with your mother? I'm sorry, I should have known she was yours?"

"Shhh! Everything is normal, Master. Can't you remember your own terms? What's mine is yours, whether I want it or not? Besides, what you did to her was impressive, and hot to boot! I wanted to thank you for everything you did to me, and everything you will do, whatever it is, I accept it. I wasn't sure when you proposed me the deal, but now I know: I am made to be yours. You've won me 100%! And I love you too, though you're not **** to reciprocate. Thank you."

And with her little speech, she kneels in front of you and starts opening your fly again. Seeing where both of you are in the room, you decide to keep yourself clean, and instead you mentally take the control of a 'suction beast' in a pot nearby.

You start feeling the three red flowers as each being your hands, mouth and cock at the same time. With a little thought, more hand flowers comes out of the ashes of the pot, in an improbable number, so that all the moving stems are now forming a trunk the size of the pot.

Your ****, unaware of your control over the flower, just sees a strange behavior in one of her plants, but doesn't really think about it. She instead continues trying to open your fly, an operation not that easy as you always walk away, going to sit yourself in a leather sofa, in a corner. She tries to get to you, crawling on the rugged floor, but she finds it hard to move, first a leg, then the other, and as she rotates to see what blocks her, she understands that something is wrong.

She starts screaming but one of your new red hands shuts her up in a big kiss while the other ones articulate your thoughts: "I appreciate your offer, now appreciate mine! Don't fight!"

She realizes that you're still in control, and instantly, she doesn't oppose any kind of resistance, helping everything to be put in place. You lift her up with a couple of stems running on her legs and arms. You place her on her back, delicately opening her legs and placing hands over her snatch and ass, removing the leather panty in one fling. You expand two hands and place them to encompass her beautiful tit flesh. You finish by covering every inch of her body with your suction cups so that her butt cheeks can be groped and her feet can be tickled.

Once everything is in place, you tell her "Me too, I love you." Then both of you start moving.

The pistils on the inside of your hands starts growing and expand to three times the size of your already enormous cock. You can see these bulge in her throat, in her belly and her uterus, taking care in changing Sonya's internal organs to accommodate the sudden growth and the **** that goes with it.

The pistils in the cups over her tits grow as well, but instead of taking the shape and size of cocks, they change into sharp needles that enter the tits trough the nipples, so sharp that she can't feel the pain.

"Are you ready?" you whisper at her ear. You could have read her mind to find her answer, but the vagina cup tells you that she's totally wet and consenting.

In a flash, you starts pumping, tickling, sucking, fucking, rimming, kissing her, all at the same time, sometimes at the same place. It's not too long for her first orgasm to come over her, followed by a huge wave of replicas. For each orgasm, you drink her cum, you inject a mixture of it and other compounds in her breasts, you lube her holes, you suck her toes and every time, it brings new orgasms to both of you.

After two full hours of floral lovemaking, you lay her on the floor.

She's a mess, her body is covered with love-bites, and each exposed part of skin shivers. Her cunt and ass are sore and leak copious amount of fluids. Her breasts nearly doubled in size and ooze a light-green milk that smells like mint.

You finally get back to your body and go get her to put her on her wobbly feet. As she climbs the stairs to the kitchen, there's no words, just the best look of adoration you'll ever see on her face.

Once upstairs, mother and father arrive to serve you, a bit worried for not having heard a thing since a couple of hours ago. You sit quietly in your sofa as you appreciate all of the holes you have covered. Mother and father are too obedient to dare bothering you with their worries.