“Mmmmmm,” she says, denying you that privilege and pulling her lips away. “Come with me, Lucas. I will find a nice warm bath for you.”
She takes your hand, her vines dropping away as she leads you over to one of her pitchers. It tips forward, empty and pink on the inside, red capillaries visible through the fibrous membranes of the walls. Nepenthia crawls into the pitcher and beckons you to follow. You admire the creamy green curve of her rear as steps onto the spongy floor of the pitcher. It tilts back upright, sliding you onto your feet beside her.
There is a gurgle and warm, amber-tinted liquid gushes into the pitcher, slowly filling the chamber. As it does, Nepenthia pulls you into another kiss. Her sweet honey is irresistible. The flowers on her breasts and pussy drop away to be dissolved into the liquid beneath you. Nepenthia reveals her pale green nipples and humanlike pussy.
“Touch me,” she sings. “Touch me as you would your lover. Touch me… as you would touch the winged woman.”
“Theora,” you moan, helplessly kissing Nepenthia and reaching around to fondle her pert buttocks.
And then you are embracing the beauty of the Nepenthia, the living, hungering flower. You caress her slender body and kiss the perky mounds of her breasts. She coos with delight, her flowery scent filling the air as you drop to your knees and suck the sweet honey of her cunt.
“Oh, such a good boy,” she moans, riding her soft pussy against your tongue. Her nectar spills into your mouth and you drink greedily, squeezing her ass to pull her against your face. The liquid surrounding you feel so good. You do not concern yourself with the way your clothing softens and tears away. You recline in the liquid as Nepentia straddles your hips and slides her hot, delicate cunt down onto your cock.
“Oohhhhh,” you moan, bursting inside her at that first stroke.
“Yessss,” she coos. “Fill me with your liquid.”
Your cock does not flag, even after your orgasm, and Nepenthia rides atop you, her inner muscles squeezing softly around your cock as her pert breasts heave and jiggle. You cup her ass, feeling her lovely bottom in your hands as she takes you to another climax. Your hands slide off her back. Strange that you can no longer lift them.
Strange that you can barely move or make a sound.
“It’s alright, Lucas,” she purrs. “You’re already melting. Just close your eyes and dissolve inside my pitcher.”
The next morning, the pitcher gently overturns and sludge spills out onto the earth. Nepenthia’s roots drink greedily. A single gold necklace glitters amid the sludge.
CONTINUE >
Give Nepenthia the kiss
You shudder at the thought of jamming your cock into that strange cup Nepenthia is waving in front of your face. It may smell nice, but you imagine it dissolving your poor manhood and decide there are easier ways to earn Theora’s release.
“A kiss,” you say. “I’ll give you one kiss.”
“Very well,” says Nepenthia, smiling sweetly. She waves her hand and then vine with the cup retreats into the jungle. She licks her lips with her tongue, making her full, blushing lips glisten wetly. “Come here and give me a kiss then, Lucas.”
You step forward and lean towards her to try to make the minimum amount of contact possible. Nepenthia is not having this. She curls a hand around your head and pulls you into a deep kiss, her nimble tongue forcing your lips apart. The honey sweetness of her saliva spills into your mouth. You pull back quickly, feeling strange warmth permeating your lips and tongue.
Nepenthia smiles, giving you a searching look.
“Just one kiss,” you murmur, the heat flooding your body, your cock stiffening, and Nepenthia looking more alluring by the moment. “One… one kiss.”
“Oh, really?” She plays with your tunic. “Just the one?”
Your body aches for her and your cock jerks in your trousers. She is so sweet and lovely. One kiss? That would be foolish.
You take her naked body in your arms and kiss Nepenthia passionately. She laughs against the kiss, her tongue meeting yours in a warm swirl. Her vines slide out from the jungle and make quick work of your tunic and trousers. You do not fight them as they strip and tear off your clothing, leaving you in nothing but your boots and undershorts.
“What do you have here?” Nepenthia giggles, reaching into your undershorts and squeezing your hard cock. “Something for me?”
“Yes,” you moan. “It is for you, Nepenthia. W-what do you want me to do with it?”
“Give me all your liquid, of course,” she giggles. The flowers fall away from her perky breasts and her mound, revealing pale green nipples and a quim with a pinkish blush to its dewy folds.
You stare at her remarkable beauty, wanting nothing more than to drop to your knees and worship every bit of her lovely, slender body with your tongue. Nepenthia pulls you into a deep kiss, sharing more of her addicting honey as she drags you down to the ground. She does not break the kiss as she strokes your cock and guides it to the warm wetness of her cunt.
You cannot hope to resist her in that moment. Her legs wrap around you and she thrusts upwards and impales herself on your cock. As that exquisite warmth grips your manhood, you give up the last vestiges of your resistance and begin to eagerly fuck her.
“Oh, Nepenthia,” you gasp against her lips. “It’s so warm. So… ohhhhhh… so tight.”
“Yes, I crave your liquid, Lucas,” she moans, caressing your back and moving beneath you. “Pour it all into me.”
Her sweet kiss drives you over the edge. After only a few strokes, you erupt inside the plant girl’s lovely cunt. She moans against your kiss and her inner walls squeeze and milk your spurting manhood. Even as your pleasure recedes, she does not allow you to stop. You cry out, thrusting desperately, still hard despite having cum only moments before. It is as you look down into her inhuman eyes that you realize you are doomed. She is feeding on you, drinking your essence from each spurt of cum as surely as Morelle drains your life force.
“Ohhhh… going to cum… again…”
“Again and again!” Nepenthia laughs. “And when you’ve cum your last, I’ll drain your other fluids.”
Your eyes widen as you see vines tipped with hypodermic spikes emerge from the jungle and wave like serpents eager to strike. The terror is nothing compared to her sweet kiss. She feeds that sweetness into your mouth on her tongue, encouraging you to keep thrusting desperately through a second, third, and fourth orgasm.
Drenched in sweat, body aching, you finally collapse atop Nepenthia. She rolls you onto your back and climbs atop you without pause.
“You have a lot more to give me, Lucas,” she scolds. “Do not worry. I will do the work for you.”
With that, she begins a relentless ride atop your cock. She works her hips and bounces her ass up and down on your cock like a machine designed to extract your manly liquid. You spurt again and again inside her, trembling and whimpering with each diminishing orgasm. By the eighth, you are barely cumming and the spasms are strangely painful. By the tenth, you are delirious, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I think I have every drop,” declares Nepenthia, her pussy’s inner walls squeezing around your raw cock. “Time to get your other liquid.”
You have a moment to scream as the vines strike, burrowing their tips into your veins and arteries. As your blood flows out into the translucent vines, you feel a cold rising up through your overheated body.
“Thank you, Lucas,” says Nepenthia, stroking your cheek. “You have been very delicious.”
You croak, trying to deny her gloating smile, but it is too late. The darkness is upon you and there is nothing but bottomless cold.
CONTINUE >
Use the Maddening Pleasure ability
The beautiful plant girl is relentless, but you see the game she is playing. She wants you to inhale the scent of her flower to be seduced by her scent. If you could somehow make her think you have been overcome, perhaps you could use your Maddening Pleasure ability to turn the
tables and make her vulnerable.
You focus your willpower and take a running leap at her. She is caught by surprise, her vines too slow to react, and you and Nepenthia crash to the ground together. You struggle and grunt, all the while letting her get the better of you in such a way that her flowery breasts rub against your face. You hold your breath. She maneuvers her thighs apart and draws your face between them. The large red flower covering her mound is eye-wateringly potent, a sweet smell that even when you hold your breath is almost irresistible. She rubs it against your face, but you remain strong, resisting the scent.
Only, you let her think you have succumbed as you stop struggling against the slender plant girl.
“Oh, Nepenthia,” you moan, kissing her inner thigh.
“Yes, you love me now, don’t you, Lucas?” She coos, releasing her hold on you and spreading her legs wide. “You want to serve me.”
“Yes,” you moan. “Let me serve you. Let me lick you.”
“Oh? What a good boy,” she laughs and the flower covering her pussy drops away to reveal a blushing mound that meets her creamy green thighs. Her folds are delicate and glistening with her juice. The sweet floral smell is intense, but not nearly as overpowering as when the flower was in place. You let your kiss travel to her warm cleft and begin to lick at her folds. She cries out, holding the back of your head with both hands as she arches and thrusts her pussy against your tongue.
“Nnnnnnnnn!” You moan, licking the sweet juice of her cunt and trying to be sure it all spills back out of your mouth and down your chin. You batter her clit with your tongue and shock her by thrusting three fingers into her hot cunt.
“Yes! Such a talent!” She wails with pleasure, writhing against you as you finger-fuck her. You lick and suck her hard clit, eliciting more cries of pleasure and spasms against your thrusting fingers. She cums hard, but it is not enough.
“Let me serve your ass,” you moan, hands working to turn her over onto her hands and knees.
“I thought you were good,” she moans, raising her hips and pressing her face down into the grass of the clearing, “but you are a naughty boy. Go on then, Lucas, taste my rosebud.”
“Nnnnnn, yes, Nepenthia,” you moan in what you hope is a brainwashed voice. You grip her pert, round ass, spreading her pale green cheeks as you tongue the knot of her asshole. The plant girl sucks in a hot gasp of pleasure. You rim her tight pucker and resume fucking her dripping cunt with three fingers. As you lick her ass and fuck her pussy, you focus on her pleasure. You seek out every point of pleasure with your mind. You respond to every reaction, every shudder of pleasure. With kisses, licks, caresses, and thrusting fingers.
You make Nepenthia cum again and again. Your tongue burrows into her hot asshole. Your fingers strum her clit. You sick the pale green pebbles of her nipples and tease her clit with your hard cock. But you never lose your mind as you remain focused on her pleasure. The ecstasy takes hold and Nepenthia’s eyes roll back in her head.
“Kiss me,” she moans. “Kiss me and fuck me.”
You thrust three fingers into her pussy. Knowing she is at the limit of breaking, you lean down and kiss her lips. Sweet honey floods your mouth from her tongue. You are so in the moment, so focused on her pleasure, that you swallow some of the warm liquid. Your mind dissolves into need. You pull your fingers from her cunt and ram your hard cock deep into her hot channel. She wails against your lips. You pound her pussy with raw need, slamming in and out of her slippery depths, kissing her and drinking more and more of her intoxicating honey.
“Aahhhh!” You cry, pleasure racing up your shaft. Your cock throbs inside her, pumping your cum deep into her pussy.
Nepenthia sprawls helplessly on the ground, temporarily overcome by the Maddening Pleasure. But your mind is lost as well. All you can do is rut into her slippery cunt, kissing her and caressing her, fucking her with primal need. She flops like a ragdoll as you move her into different positions, cumming inside her again and again, spilling so much of your seed that your mouth goes dry and your body is weak.
Spent, you finally flop onto the grass beside her. Nepenthia recovers before you. Her vines slither out from the jungle and take hold of your limp arms. You look at her helplessly as you are dragged across the clearing.
“A nice trick,” she says. “And quite enjoyable. A pity we cannot try it again.”
“Wait,” you croak, but it is too late. The vines drag you into the air and drop you into one of the pitchers. You plunge into warm, amber-colored liquid. The sides of the pitcher are fleshy and slippery. You kick and try to escape, until the liquid seeps into your skin and you begin to feel mind-numbing pleasure. You smile faintly, your cock stiffening as your clothing melts away.
“That’s it, Lucas,” coos Nepenthia, looking over the rim of the pitcher. “Enjoy your final bath. You are going to be almost as delicious as your winged friend.”
“Nooo,” you moan, but already you are forgetting the danger as you melt into the pleasurable liquid.
Soon, the warmth gives way to darkness. All that will be left of you is the holy symbol of Veleda around your neck.
CONTINUE >
Tell Theora to fight the yegrilla
“Theora!” You shout to the beautiful angel. “I have faith in you! Defeat the yegrilla!”
Her brow furrows with concern, but she nods and turns her full attention to the hulking green ape. He roars again, thundering through the trees as Theora launches herself into the air. She spreads her wings wide, her gown tight against her shapely body as she tips into a dive. She thrusts a fist forward and that fist begins to glow.
The yegrilla fearlessly leaps to meet Theora’s dive. The two collide and there is a flash of light and a loud crack. White-winged angel and green-furred yegrilla grapple and slam through the rotted roof of one of the cabins. You hear them fighting inside, the yegrilla grunting and Theora crying out with effort. There are flashes of golden light visible through the timbers as Theora wields her holy might.
Theora suddenly bursts through the wall of the ruined cabin, tumbling through the air, to crash into another of the nearby buildings. The gorilla, apparently winning the battle, comes charging out of the ruined cabin and leaps after Theora. You cannot let this brute hurt her! You grip your sword tightly in both hands and charge to the cabin where Theora fell. You hear her cry out and rush into the ruins.
“I’m coming, Theora!” You shout.
You reach the entrance of the cabin and your eyes widen in shock. Theora is on her knees before the hulking yegrilla. He holds her wings in his massive hands, the feathers stretched wide and bent back in what seems to be a painful position. Theora, tears glistening in her silvery-blue eyes, is fighting to escape, but it seems hopeless.
Worse, the yegrilla’s thick cock, sticking out in glistening pink from his furry root, is rubbing back and forth against Theora’s face. She tries to twist away, but he rubs the slimy tip across her lips. He is trying to thrust his cock into her mouth!
“You suck,” he grunts.
Your face goes hot. The sight of the furry beast trying to violate Theora fills you with boiling rage. You do not care how big or strong this creature is! This will not stand! With a primal war cry, you charge the yegrilla, swinging the Holy Sword of Veleda.
He backhands you against the wall, knocking the sword from your grasp and knocking you senseless. You struggle to recover, dizzy, slowly lifting your head.
“You see? Little slave boy come to bow down.” The yegrilla grunts. “You like watch, slave boy? Watch while I breed wing woman.”
“Lucas,” moans Theora, the welling tears finally breaking and rolling down her cheeks.
You can do nothing to stop the massive yegrilla as it moves behind Theora, grabbing her waist as it lines it thick cock up against the gold-thatched blush of her cunt. It seems almost as if the brute positions Theora so that you can see everything from your beaten vantage point. You moan in horror as his huge cock thrusts into her pussy and you cringe a
s Theora moans with pleasure.
“Ohhhhh, no, please,” she gasps, even as her hips move and she fucks back against his massive cock.
“You like cock,” chortles the yegrilla as it thrusts its furry hips and pounds his cock into Theora’s increasingly wet and blushing pussy. You moan helplessly, your cock nevertheless stiffening at the sight of Theora being pleasured by the yegrilla.
“Oh, no, please stop,” she moans, her breasts swinging as she rides back on his cock, bouncing her plush cheeks against him. With a bestial roar, the yegrilla thrusts deep and erupts inside her. There is a flash of violet light and a mark appears to glow from Theora’s abdomen just above her vulva. The yegrilla keeps thrusting, continuously rutting into her until her cunt is overflowing with his frothy cum.
“Yessss! Yes! Fill me with your babies!” Theora wails as she is enslaved by the yegrilla. “I am your broodmate! I will give you so many ones!”
You sit up, groaning helplessly as the yegrilla draws its cock out of Theora’s stretched cunt with a stomach-churning slurp and a spill of his copious spunk from her reddened folds.
“Little boy slave,” grunts the yegrilla, his pink cock dripping with his filth, “you clean mate.”
“No,” you cry.
“Yessss, oh, yes, Lucas,” moans Theora, turning onto her back and spreading her shapely legs. “Come and clean all the nasty cum from my pussy. He gave it to me better than you ever could.”
You want to scream at the way Theora is acting, but the glowing rune on her abdomen tells you that there is no hope. You hesitate a moment longer and the yegrilla grabs you by your hair and drags you over to Theora. He pushes your face against her slimy cunt, smothering you in the musk of his cum as he rubs your nose and mouth against her pussy.
“Mmmnnnnnnoooo,” you moan, trying to keep your lips sealed.
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