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She was safe here. This was where she belonged, was it not? Tangled in the luscious green tentacles of this strange, dreamlike monster?
The flower suddenly flipped her over, and her massive tits suddenly hung down below her, with both the vines sucking on them now instead of just teasing like before. She shivered as the flower now fucked her from behind, spitroasting her all on its own. Yes, this was where she belonged. She deserved this, she loved this, she needed this. Maybe the substance in her mouth and ass had seeped into her brain and infected her thinking, because all she could think about anymore was how fucking amazing this felt. She could lay here and get fucked by this gorgeous thing for the rest of her life. She could feel herself getting close again - how many was that, now? - and screamed around the vine in her mouth as the one in her ass started fucking her faster, keeping perfect rhythm with the one fucking her pussy. They were all moving faster now, harder, and she felt spasms run through her body as she came a second time, not two seconds after the last one. Her head was reeling with absolute euphoria, allowing herself to be stretched while her mouth was filled.
The vines suddenly started to throb, gently at first. It was subtle, but as the pulsing grew more and more intense, Jessie felt a small glimmer of excitement as she realized what was happening - and she welcomed it warmly.
One more moment passed, and the world seemed to freeze around her for a moment as the vines pushed as deep as they could go inside of each hole. Then they exploded, and Jessie screamed through the mouthful of fluid as it shot straight down her throat, her other holes filled to the fucking brim. She could feel it splattering her inner walls, deliciously warm and tingly, and she was sure she would pass out from the pure ecstasy flooding through her body. The fluid filling her pussy and ass was enough to distend her lower belly, and the fluid in her mouth tasted sweeter than the nectar of the gods. It was enough to give her another, more powerful orgasm, and she felt herself starting to hyperventilate around the massive cock-like vines and the intense pleasure they offered.
They filled her until she was sure she would burst. Then, one by one, they pulled out of her as gently as they had pushed in. Jessie felt dazed and fuzzy, and for a moment she didn’t register the vines setting her down gently. The cold, wet soil was what jarred her back to reality, and she blinked to clear her head, gazing lovingly at the flower and its beautiful purple petals, still full of what she could only assume was the plant’s thick, sweet cum.
She sat up, moaning as she felt a surge of juices spill from her ass and pussy. The flower was tilted downwards, as if it was looking at her, and she smiled as it stretched a vibe towards her. She reached up and stroked it gently, petting it like the top of a dog's head. "Jesus…" she whispered, "what a fucking gift you were."
Several moments passed as she just admired and touched the plant, and it touched her all the same, both of them gently exploring each other under the light of the full moon. Eventually she found her clothes - tossed aside by the vines while she'd been knocked out, she assumed. She tugged them on, and felt a soft tug on her heartstrings as she petted the soft flower one last time before turning around to hike back to her car on wobbly legs.
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The drive home was a surreal blur, and when Jessie arrived home, she had passed out in bed almost immediately. Her dreams were full of flashes of purple and glimpses of the lake, and she was sure she could still taste the sweeter-than-honey flavor of last night…
But when she woke up the next morning, she wasn't quite sure everything was real. It must have been a dream, right? A way to cope with her anger at her ex-boyfriend? She sat up in bed and glanced at the mirror. Her hair was a mess.
It had to have been a dream, she thought to herself as she stood and removed the clothes from last night, intending to change into comfy day-clothes. It was too fucking crazy to be real. Shit like that doesn't happen.
But the memories were sharp and vivid, and as she studied her naked body in the mirror, she noticed a few marks on her wrists and ankles, as if something like rope had been wrapped around them. She rubbed one of her wrists gently, feeling the strange marks left behind, and her eyes drifted to the spot in her bedroom where the purple flower had originally rested. There was still soil and shards of clay scattered over the floor, and Jessie bit her lip as her clit started to throb. Her body was telling her that last night was more than a dream.
She tried to push it aside and go about her day. She had woken up at almost noon, and felt like the day was going by much too quickly. But as she stumbled through her apartment, doing chores and playing video games and browsing on her phone, she found herself thinking back to those strange memories all too often - and it left her unbearably horny. By sundown, she had already masturbated three times, and it still wasn't enough.
Fuck it. She had to figure out if she was crazy or not.
The chunk of the lock on the front door, the click of her seatbelt, and the drive to the lake were occupied only by the racing of her own mind. Was she fucking crazy? Or did everything she dreamed of last night really happen? Was it even a dream? And why was she letting herself be so turned on by it?
Pulling in to the lake as it was emptying and making her way down to the secluded glade was strangely familiar. The moonlight was dappled over the ground in a gorgeous flurry of silver, and for a second, she was fully convinced she was crazy. She glanced around feverishly, her heart racing with anticipation. Yep, I’m crazy. A forty-five minute drive for nothing.
But just as she turned away, something rustled the soft mulch in the glade, and as she glanced back over her shoulder, a streak of purple caught her eye. She spun back around to stare, and her breath caught in her throat as the massive purple-and-white flower reared up at her, its petals turning to face her and several green vines stretching like open arms to welcome her.
She knew she should be scared. This shit was impossible. But with the memories of last night buzzing in her head - memories, she knew now, not a dream - she couldn’t help but be excited. "H-hey, you," she purred, suddenly trembling as she stepped closer to it. The flower shuddered, and she smiled as she stepped closer to it, reaching out to pet the vines like she knew she had last night. "I guess I’m glad you’re real."
The flower’s petals were turned to face her again, "looking" at her, and she giggled as the vines wrapped around her body to embrace her. One of them slipped between her legs, sliding gently into the leg of her loose-fitting shorts to stroke her pussy through her panties, and she moaned. This already felt better than the three times she’d pleasured herself today, and she knew from experience that no toys or men could compare.
"Fuck it," she said out loud, pulling away to start stripping. "I want you again." The flower responded with another flutter of its beautiful purple petals, and Jessie giggled as the vines swirled around her. This was going to be a long, long night.
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