Don’t let the two orcs leave

“I think I would rather have you stay right here,” you say with a grin. A dozen stamens suddenly shoot out from around you, wrapping their prehensile tendrils around both of orc’s limbs. You’re a bit surprised by how the vines react to your command, but it seems only natural for them to do so. After all, they’re a part of your body, just like the giant petals that surround you.

“What the hell?!” one of the orcs shouts.

You raise the struggling orcs into the air—their strength commendable, but no match compared to yours. You tie their arms and legs behind their backs. You float their fidgeting forms above your head, glancing back and forth between the two with sultry eyes.

You reach out to their softening shafts and begin to coax them back awake. Try as the orcs might, they can’t deny the pleasure you give them. You play with their erect shafts, before transitioning to using your welcoming mouth. You move back and forth between the two with your tight lips until one of them gives out.

You drink deeply of the fresh batch of sperm that one of them gives you, eagerly gulping it down before moving to the other. The other orc doesn’t fare much better, quickly coming into your moist mouth soon after.

You don’t let go of your two captors. Going back and forth, you drink of their fluids. Before you even realize it, you’ve not only tapped all of the contents of their balls, but every last bit of moisture from their body. All that remains are two dry, shriveled husks wrapped in your vines.

“Oh…” you say in a bit of embarrassment. “Perhaps I overdid it.” You throw the remains of the orcs as far as you can, able to vault their bodies clear over the trees. You rub your tummy, feeling content with your fullness. “Maybe next time, I’ll take it a bit slower.”

You give a quick yawn, feeling a post-meal drowsiness. “Just a short nap,” you say to yourself as you close your long petals around your body and conceal your human section.

You sleep deeply, until you’re awoken much later by another scent. It smells of a similar musk to the orcs, yet slightly different—certainly male, but more pleasant and clean. You let your petals open up, revealing your tempting body to anyone unfortunate enough to see it.

You stretch your stiff muscles and pull air into your lugs before shouting, “Hello? Anyone out there?”