Throw his clothing into the flower

The only thing Duncan can reach is the pile of clothing on the ground. Hoping to distract the flower, he grabs the articles of clothing with his free hand and hurls them into the center of the flower.

The enormous blossom halts in its efforts to pull Duncan inside. Instead, it pulls back, as if in irritation. The petals close around the wadded clothing, and when they open again, the clothing is expelled forcibly from the blossom and lands in a steaming pile about 10 yards away. He has little time to contemplate this development before the blossom resumes pulling him into its enormous bulk.

Duncan braces himself for what will certainly be an excruciating and ignoble end to his brief life. He wonders if his family will ever find his remains. The flower encloses itself over him, plunging his world into darkness. The prince clenches his teeth, prepared for the horror to come.

Much to his astonishment, what he experiences is the exact opposite of the excruciating pain he expected. The tendril affixed to his penis resumes sucking and milking his shaft. The slight loss of rigidity in his erection caused by his fear of **** is almost immediately eradicated by the erotic attention the plant pays to his member. The long, slender tendril makes Duncan feel as if he has been deep-throated by a snake, and every inch of his penis is being stimulated by the constant pulsing and prodding.

In addition to the tendril, other parts of the plant appear to be working together to intensify Duncan’s sexual arousal. The fragrance that had such an erotic and hypnotic effect on him earlier act one hundred times more intensely, now that he is enclosed entirely within the flower’s petals. With every breath, Duncan slips ever more into an intensely erotic dreamlike state, where every carnal thought and memory in his very dirty mind comes flooding over his consciousness.

The other parts of the flower are giving attention to Duncan’s body in the most sensual of ways. The tentacles that held him tightly have relaxed their grip around his body and now move teasingly over his body, massaging tense muscles, tickling his scrotum, playing with his nipples, and tickling under his arms. He tenses up momentarily when he feels one of the tentacles make its way to his ass. Rather than penetrate him, however, it merely circles around his anus, teasingly tickling and exploring this most private of areas.

Duncan’s orgasm couldn’t be held back if his life depended on it. He feels the tendril greedily sucking up his seed. The sensation of his climax is beyond powerful; it is almost as intense as his first time, when he lost his virginity. Unlike that experience, however, his cock did not soften after expelling its cum. With the tendril still affixed around his shaft and the effects of the flowers sexual stimulation, he remained just as hard and just as horny, even though he had pumped a very impressive load of semen into the flower.

The flower continues to pleasure him. Without sunlight and because of the dreamlike state caused by the fragrance, Duncan has no concrete sense of time, but it seems like mere moments before his balls unleash another load of hot spunk into the flower. This orgasm was just as powerful as the first, and again his cock remains fully erect.

Again and again Duncan releases his royal seed into the insatiable flower until his brain, overloaded by the intensity of the experience, shuts down. Duncan’s consciousness, like his vision, is plunged into darkness as he passes out.

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When he opens his eyes, the moonlight is shining down on his naked body as he lays on the grass near the center of the clearing. The flower, with its petals closed, is above him, but seemingly dormant.