Yes.

Vivia wondered no longer as she gave in to the urge, eager to get the liquid off her face. She twisted her head as much as she could to get her face out of the flower, licking her lips clean as she did so. It tasted of raw sap, with musky sweetness that hid the bitter quality enough that she didn't outright detest the taste.

She then noticed the vines wrapped around her tightening slightly, and as she gasped she was pushed up against the plant-girl's glistening flower once more. Without time to close her mouth, she wound up getting another taste straight from the source, her noises of protest muffled by its large, soft petals.

As she **** her lips closed, she had to swallow her excess saliva along with the other fluids filling her mouth. Her nose was still subject to inhaling the moist musk of the plant before her, and soon she found herself craving just one more taste. Before she could think, she had licked it again, and swallowed more nectar, vaguely noticing her head feeling fuzzy.

With her mouth salivating so much, Vivia couldn't help but feel thirsty, and the liquid coming out of the flower seemed to sate that thirst. She gave it another, firmer lick, and felt a stream of fluid squirt into her mouth from the center of the flower. After gulping it down, she worked to replicate the reaction, pushing her tongue between the petals until its juices were dripping from her lips and chin alongside her drool.

Then, in the midst of her thirst, there came a change to the flower's discharge, one that she was slow to notice.