CHAPTER#21

Mike sighed, his hands running across her flesh. She felt soft, like a regular woman, and he couldn't help but notice the pretty blue stone necklace around her neck. It prompted a memory that was quickly lost in the clouds of lust that had fogged his mind. The hands stroking his shaft were suddenly slick. Looking down, he saw that several small tendrils had sprouted from her hands, tendrils that left behind a tingling, slimy trail that enhanced the sensation of her hands. Several larger tendrils from her wrists had created loops that were already wrapping themselves tightly around his balls, squeezing him in ways that created immediate bursts of pleasure that fired up through his spine, reducing the higher functions of his brain to mush.

"Shit," he muttered. She now stroked him with a level of ferocity that was uncanny, her methodical hands already causing the first of many orgasms to build in him. Kneeling, she opened her mouth, a cavern of several miniature tongues, and fastened herself to the head of his cock. Her hands released him, and the Mandragora slid her face forward, pulling him all the way in until her lips met the bottom of his shaft. She bobbed experimentally a few times, then opened her mouth even wider to suck in his scrotum as well.

What started as an ordinary blowjob transformed into something else. Hundreds of tiny tongues danced along the surface of his cock, and the Mandragora sucked on him greedily, the pressure almost too much to bear. He fell on his back, pinned in place by not only the Mandragora hands, but some of the larger vines in the area that strapped him down to the bed. It wanted him restrained for some reason, and his fear was that the bud would eventually close around him, the plant consuming him once and for all.

Currently, in that moment, he was too horny to care, as long as the Mandragora kept sucking.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" He hollered, closing his eyes. The Mandragora had latched onto his penis, her head stationary while the inside of her mouth moved independently of her. He felt like he was plugged in to the ultimate blowjob machine. Her hands were massaging his legs, squeezing up and down his thighs as if she was trying to make certain that every drop of cum in his body was squeezed free. He tried to push himself even deeper into her mouth, but it was no longer physically possible.

The sensation of warmth on his dick changed. The tendrils were no longer focused on just the outside of his shaft. Tiny little tendrils now explored the opening of his cock, tickling him around the edges. It was like heat and electricity at the same time, his cock growing even larger inside her mouth. He was nearly in tears, that first orgasm ready to burst free, but something kept it from releasing. Those tiny tendrils had crawled inside his cock, were sliding gently into him, tickling him from the inside. His penis began to spasm, the cum trapped inside it, the Mandragora up to something. He felt it then, a sudden rush of warmth up into his body, and the small tendrils gently slid free.

She pulled her mouth off of him, leaving behind a gooey green trail of saliva. She turned around, bending over to reveal a gorgeous purple pussy. The lips of her sex looked exactly like the outside of a pitcher plant, and he knew exactly what kind of meal it wanted.

The vines released him and he sat up. His cock was the largest he had ever seen it. The Mandragora had acted as a giant penis pump, but that wasn't all. His balls were swollen, nearly the size of a fist. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight and ached from within, the sensation of blue balls suddenly too much to ignore. Crawling toward the Mandragora, his penis started leaking a steady stream of precum. In the back of his mind, it occurred to him that the plant injected him with something to push his balls into overdrive.

Every fiber of his being demanded exploration of the Mandragora. He wanted to know how she tasted, what she liked, if he could make a plant cum. However, his being was no longer in charge. He was now ruled by the impossibly swollen member between his legs, an entity of its own, and it only had one desire.

The Mandragora arched her back. He planted his hands on her hips lifting himself up to just the right height. He sank his dick into her, discovering that, just like a pitcher plant, she had a small pool of liquid at the bottom that greeted him. They were instantly connected, the liquid flowing up into his body, his entire being consumed with one thought only.

FUCK.

He slammed himself into the Mandragora, ignoring any thought other than to push himself deeper with every thrust. Her whole body bent, flexing beneath his weight like the branches of a tree, and she let out tiny moans of her own, but he couldn't tell if they were from pleasure or the power of his thrusts. The veins along his body were turning green in color, whatever concoction the Mandragora slipped him taking full effect now. His fingers squeezed her ass, the flesh parting like blades of grass to allow him a better grip as the first orgasm struck, his very soul itself coiling up like a spring, only to release a flood of cum into the Mandragora.

The Mandragora let out a cry that sounded like a choir of angels, the clearing resonating with her song. Her whole body glowed like a giant firefly, the light of her body bright enough to see in the light of day. Vines coiled around the base of his penis, holding him in place, keeping every precious drop inside.

His orgasm spent, Mike relaxed, the sex pollen wearing off temporarily. He knew he only had a few moments of clarity and wondered what would happen if he ran. Those thoughts were lost when the Mandragora leaned forward, his moist cock slipping free of her. The pitcher plant pussy sealed itself shut, pulling itself up into her body only to be replaced by another.