Chapter 1 - Vines and Bulbs

Xilna Shadowstep sighed. Her contact had promised a client with a very lucrative job, that needed skills like hers. She'd met this Cornelius Darkleaf druid fellow who needed something stolen. While the cloaked Drow across the table had certainly promised enough gold to purchase her skills for a fortnight, the job so far seemed like a walk in the park.

“So let me get this right. All you need me to do is sneak in to this noble's big greenhouse, take some of the sap from this big onion thing from the stalk on top with your special syringe-needle, then get out? Couldn't, like, anyone do that?” She'd seen the type of guards around here- it was a peaceful town and they were... easy.

He shook his head, “The guards there aren't the town guards or the local constabulary. Lord Whetly has hired a mercenary group to guard his grounds, and especially his arboretum. He prizes his rare plant collection above all else- and jealously guards it, even where the magical reagents could be collected without damaging his stock.” The Drow pushed his thick rimmed glasses further up his nose, and glared at her “They'll be paying attention, for the gold he gives them. And you can't afford to be spotted. The collection is delicate and you won't be able to do it while fending off a dozen swords, and the good Lord Whetly will no doubt make a connection to me if the plant I requested a sample of is attacked by a half-elf thief-for-hire.”

Sitting forward, he pulled a veritable folder of parchment from inside his cloak. “I've acquired plans of the grounds and arboretum, but I don't know where the guards will be. However!” He exclaimed as she started to roll her eyes “Even if you do not want that, I must insist you learn the plant itself. You are no botanist, that much is obvious. The plant must be left undamaged, and you must take sap from the right plant- several in Lord Whetly's collection are dangerous if not treated properly.”

Huffing, she pulled a few sheets from the stack and took a cursory glance through the details. The arboretum (aka posh conservatory) seemed to be to the north-east of the main manor, a few score feet from the nearest boundary, where another Noble's grounds began. The greenhouse itself was pretty huge, with easily two dozen plus different plots for plants, with a central one circled. The plant diagrams were incredibly detailed, with roots and internal diagrams as well as the target stalk above a bulbous mass, which had feelers coming off it. Feelers with an underlined CAUTION next to them.

“Is this one of the dangerous ones? What's with these?” she indicated the troubling diagram and text.

Moving over, he nodded, and started another of his deadpan explanations indicating a subject he had incredible knowledge and passion for. Phrases like “Autonomous flora” and “Branched sclereids” passed far above her head as she studied the grounds once more. She had a few plans of attack when her ears nudged her brain, and she turned back to him. “...leave your weapons with me.”

Her eyes narrowed “What? I'm not leaving my weapons with you!” Instinctively her hand dropped to the hilt of her shortsword, a reliable weapon she'd fought trolls, goblins, all manner of monsters off with. She hadn't been without it since... well to be honest, since she'd gone to the baths in town last week. “Well... run me through that last bit again.”

“If the guards catch you you'll have failed the job, and if you damage the plant by climbing on it with sharp metal all over you that'll also violate the terms of the job. Having those weapons only makes you more likely to fail” He looked her up and down. “You seem more than capable of fitting through windows and vents without setting anything off.” 

“Of course. I guess I can go in without my weapons... but you aren't keeping them. I'll stash them somewhere, and you can see me before I go so you don't worry about me knifing the weeds. Alright?”

The Drow smiled, the first real show of emotion from him. “Perfect.”

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Xilna had hidden her gear in a black sack above an inn she'd been staying at- no locks, just hard to get to and somewhere hopefully unnoticed. She'd left her shortsword, two daggers, a nasty hand crossbow she hadn't properly got the hang of yet, and five of her little throwing knives she kept hidden around her person. Inside was also the majority of her money- a thief didn't do to clink on the job.

Cornelius had been at the meetup point, but he'd thrown one last spanner in the works “You'll have to drink this when you get to the plant.”

She took the bottle dubiously. It was filled with a grey cloudy fluid, which sloshed lazily around.

It did not look appetizing. “Why?” No way was she drinking that if she could avoid it.

“AS I told you before, to counteract the paralytic effect of the venom from the stinger flagella-”

“The what?”

“The stinger flagella. When you get close enough to the bulb, which you'll need to in order to get to the stalk, there's a chance you'll attract the plant's attention- while most of the plant's limbs are unlikely to be a match for someone as lithe as you, if it gets you with it's stinger you'll go limp, and you'll almost certainly get caught. This will counteract it's effects, but you must take it at least a minute beforehand to be effective. And yes, it tastes as bad as it looks.”

“Alright. Anything else?”

“It might slightly attract them to you so you might get jabbed a few times, but with the potion you'll be fine. If you're unarmed, you should be good to go.”

She gave an easy smile. While she'd lost all her proper weapons, she'd kept a single throwing blade hidden on the inside of her jerkin. It might fail the job, but that was much preferred to ending up dead or captured- and anyway, she was careful enough not to damage some dumb plant while climbing it.

With that, she swept away, assuming the expert crouch of the truly stealthy. First, she snuck past the gormless guards at the neighbour's- Lord Whetly was an outlier in terms of his security, and she effortlessly made her way to the hedge that separated the two properties. 

The hedge itself was actually more of a problem than the guards on this side. It was professionally kept and dense, and was at least theoretically intended to be a barrier. It was no match for a proper wall though, and it was just a matter of finding the right place to either wriggle through the few feet of green, or a more solid place to climb over.

Eventually, she decided to force her way through. There was only a few feet of twisted greenery and there were no thorns to speak of, though a few errant twigs caused her to curse the vigilance of the gardeners. As she was freeing herself from one such snag, nearly through the hedge as a sudden cry jarred her into frozen silence.

“What was that?” A guard was right there- some woman on the serious side of the hedge, and peering suspiciously into it's leaves. Still, like any competent thief she'd taken pains to be quiet even as the challenge seemed to be lacking- and after a few tense seconds, inquiring silhouette of a tiefling moved on to another area of shrubbery.

“You find something?” Another voice moved over, the clink of metal indicating another guard, a deep human or dwarven voice. It came over and seemed to pause only a minute before dismissing it “Come on, changeover's in a few, then we get to go over to the inn for a drink and a kip. No point stressing over some fox.”

The tiefling sighed “We're getting paid to do a job, Fargrim.” For sure a dwarf, with a name like that. “We might as well do it. Captain said if someone wanted a crack at the glass house, it'd be from here.”

Fargrim snorted “Oh yeah. Some botanist is totally gonna break in and make off with 15 foot high plants. Besides, that place has those trapped doors and the windows are locked harder than a paladin's chastity belt. Speaking of- Efiri, you wanna jump to the good stuff?”

A pause. “We're on duty.”

“Oh come off it. Nobody's here, nobody'll see.”

“You really are insatiable. Just... like you said, changeover. They might see.”

“Oh, we have enough time... come on, breaking the rules is half the fun!”

The tiefling sighed again, but this time in mock surrender rather than annoyance. Xilna couldn't see anything from where she was, but the muffled sound of clasps and straps being undone signalled someone doffing armour.

A very specific piece of armour, in fact. A giggle erupted from the tiefling, “You never can- I don't understand how you manage to get into that if you can't figure how to get it off. Here, let me...”

“It's not so hard when you take it off after the breastplate! You wouldn't know... ahh, thanks...”

Xilna realised what was happening. They weren't looking for her, which was nice, but being an unwilling voyeur wasn't her idea of a neat job.

Oh well. Try and think about maths.


Efiri spat once, twice into her palm, and lubed up the dwarven totem released from it's cloth. Fargrim was a dwarf, but he packed a staff to rival the incubus her great-grandmother had fallen for, and a libido to match, well... her. 

From her knees, she licked the tip of his dick, tasting the salt of his pre as she had so many times before, then slid her lips along his length, running her tongue along the underside then licking down the top, running herself over him. She looked up at him, that self-satisfied smirk he got whenever he talked her into this sort of thing.

She wrapped her lips fully around his shaft, feeling his helmet hit the roof of her mouth as she accepted it into her mouth. Rolling her tongue around him, she savoured his taste, the texture of him as he groaned quietly, something she loved to hear. A few seconds passed, taking the time to tease him a moment, then she felt his hands grip her horns, the sign her control had ended.

He forced her slowly down his length, enjoying her tongue and the pressure of her mouth around him. Tieflings were perfect lovers and Efiri was a perfect tiefling, the way she curved her long tongue about him and took him down her throat. As he pulled her to his hilt, she finally started to gag, a restrained choking around his dick. Her muscles desperately trying to reject him while she started to drool around him, when he pulled her back till her mouth was free of all but the tip of him, letting her cough lightly around his cock, a light sheen of spittle coating his penis and her jaw. 

Again he forced her around himself, feeling her throat around him, even after all this time still unused to it's invasion. This time, he didn't hesitate in the quick pump of in and out, feeling her exotic lips and mouth around his length. In the dark, the contrast between her fiery red and his calm paleness was only enhanced, part of what had attracted him to her in the first place.

Efiri lightly tapped him on his hip, a subtle sign she wanted to take over. He relaxed his grip, giving her the reigns, and the pace dropped as she took a moment to recover, then paid attention to his shaft in a slower, more detailed manner. She slipped up and down, worshipping his staff, playing with his balls with one hand while rubbing herself through her pants with the other.

She wrapped her lips around his tip, tickling it with her tongue as she started to pump his shaft, at first slowly, before speeding up and eventually using two hands. He stiffened, inhaling sharply, a sound that signalled only one thing. She locked her mouth over his head, holding her breath as his jizz exploded into her mouth.

After a few moments, she popped his dick from her mouth, then swallowed the whole load- no point getting her uniform dirty...

She stood. “Right. I expect you to repay the favour. Let's get going, you've got me all worked up...” the two of them started moving off, after a short period of armour fiddling.


With the horny guards out of earshot, Xilna started moving again, taking care this time to be extra quiet. Fortunately they had moved off before their replacements had arrived- meaning a quick dash to the great glass building was all between her and the greenhouse.

Now... the grounds had elite guards, and clearly someone had done a proper risk assessment with the hedge she'd come through, the odds of being able to just walk into the building it was all about was unlikely. She fished out a runestone- nothing too magically powerful, but it lit up when there were active spells about. Sure enough, the door had some kind of spell on it, plus what looked like a complex mundane lock.

Another option then?

She couldn't see inside the building itself- it almost looked like a regular wall, if unusually smooth. At least once she was inside she'd not have to worry about being seen by anyone from outside, but she'd have to figure a way out when she was ready to leave, not before.

The building was for the most part, entirely glass- she could cut or smash her way in, but that'd be discovered before too long and that was a failed mission. 

There were smallish windows towards where the wall started arcing into a ceiling- she'd fit into one in a pinch, but getting that high was the true challenge there... but there were pipes coming down from the roof that'd be no problem to climb.

Those also had a spell on them. But this was the grease spell- she'd seen it before, at least this semi-permanent version. It was pretty effective at stopping any normal climbing attempt, especially vertically like this- but she was the best, had a specific dust that helped against such effects, and had a bit of experience with poles to boot.

After a few seconds of strained, frantic climbing, she made it past the greased area, where the going was much easier. That said, the slippery substance seemed to cling to her forearms, thighs and ankles where she'd shimmied up the pole without the dust, and she had to wedge herself between the pole and the steel frame of the edge of the building to catch her breath. 

She could see inside through the window now, but all she could see was vague plant forms in raised plots- though at least she could be sure there weren't guards inside the building.

The window itself wasn't open enough to get through, but she could reach inside without any problems and the mechanism was little more than a screw-pole that ran to the floor. A little rotation and she could slip in... and almost fall off, as the residue from the slippery spell slid her right through, barely giving her time to get her hands on the rim and arrest her momentum.

Exhaling slowly, she eased her body through till she was dangling from the edge- then she cast herself backward, aiming for a plant-free section of the ground...


WHAM


Hard tiles in the dark made for a jarring landing even for someone who knew how to land. She stumbled, her right arm and knee catching the brunt of the impact. Nothing severe, but she'd have bruises to show for it in the morning. Hopefully her party wouldn't notice.

Getting to her feet, rubbing feeling back into her limbs, she cast around for the plant she'd come for. There were thorny plants, cactus-like mounds and giant flowers, along with a mess of vines at the far end of the building, but towards the middle there was a solitary display with an almost exact copy of the picture Cornelius had showed her.

She pulled out the grey potion he'd given her. It didn't look better in the grey-black of darkvision. Welp. Nothing for it.

She uncorked it with a quiet pop, then, closing her eyes tight upended the bottle.


It went goop


Just as advertised, it tasted awful. The substance seemed to stick to the inside of her mouth, and by the time she had drunk all of it she was about ready to throw up. She took a little time recovering, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, then turned back to that damn plant.

It towered around 15ft high, with foot-long vines coming out of a bulb that sat on the ground. There was a stalk that tapered off into giant leaves, like a bud. That was where she needed the sap. Staring closer, she could see a few little spines jutting from the bulb, too. No doubt the stingers the potion would guard against- though they looked like they'd do little more than a pinprick the climb might get a little painful. 

No point putting it off, though. She walked up, moving around one of the vines as it seemed to gravitate slowly towards her, and gripped the base of one of the vines at head height, then lifted herself off from the ground to a low vine. Using the vines as handholds, she started to scale the side of the plant, swinging from one vine base to the next. Almost instantly she felt a sharp jab in her calf, and then another into the back of her hand that almost made her fall. The spines could get through the light leather of her gloves and clothes- but despite a brief stinging sensation she didn't feel particularly hurt. 

Still, she was jabbed another 6 times by the time she made it to the stalk, where she paused, out of breath, and fumbled for the syringe the Drow had given her. She blinked twice. This wasn't right, she'd barely exerted herself, and she could feel her heartbeat drumming a slow, steady beat. The potion... did it not work? She flinched as she felt a pressure on her ankle, expecting another jab, but a sudden grip started to pull her from the top of the plant- she lashed an arm out, grabbing the stalk as she stared down, seeing a vine tighten around her ankle. Those things could move? She kicked with her other leg, but even she could recognise that her blow lacked the power or accuracy to accomplish anything.

Another vine snaked up to her, her weakened kick arrested as it coiled around her thigh, and another jab from a spine. That was enough. Job be damned- this thing was too much, and Cornelius had given her a bad potion. She pulled her throwing blade out with stiffening fingers, and set her sights on the dark vine trapping her thigh. Weak or no, a sharp blade would cut through this plant like a hot knife through butter. She swung...

Her arm anchoring her to the stalk slipped- the grease from the pipe still removing the friction she needed. Instantly she lost balance, the vines dragging her away, flipping her upside down as they now kept her from falling- then they, too lost their grip as the lubricant slid her lithe body out of their clutches.

For the second time, she collapsed onto the floor of the arboretum, though this time the breath was knocked from her lungs and she could distantly hear her knife skitter away. The shadow of the plant loomed above her, and adrenaline let her weakly back away from it, keeping away from the paralytic jabs that had rendered her helpless. Finally she collapsed to the cool loam, her breath laboured and her muscles taxed.

She felt a pressure on her foot- another vine. She kicked at it, but her body just wasn't obeying her anymore, her other leg barely moving. She felt it tug on her, clearly lacking a good hold on her ankle, and she used what was left of her strength to dig her fingers into the soft dirt, trying to resist it's pull- hopefully the venom would wear off soon, then she could get out of here.

Again it pulled at her, forcing her an inch closer. It readjusted, then yanked, pulling her another few inches.


Xilna felt a new pressure on her other foot, and knew that it was over.

The vines dragged her slowly but surely towards the bulk of the plant- would it simply paralyse her at it's roots, trying to use her as fertiliser? Then she'd be discovered in the morning, but she'd likely just get arrested and effectively rescued.

The bulb split open and revealed a fleshy void within.

If she could have screamed, she would have. As it was, a sharp inhale and a low, drawn out squeak was all her flagging muscles could muster, her head rolling lazily side to side as the last testament to her struggle. A larger vine wrapped around her waist, roughly hoisting her off the ground, her arms and head lolling backwards, her eyes desperately searching for any salvation as it lifted her into the bulb, the exterior rolling back into place and sealing her within a warm, dark prison.

The vines seemed to spend some time positioning her, dragging her till she sat on some leafy growth, sealing her arms out to her sides and her legs apart and raised, with her head left free so she could at least see with her elven eyes what was happening to her.

Once the large vines had seemed to get her in a position that was acceptable, they wrapped tightly around her thighs, ankles and wrists. No grease would let her slip these bonds. Smaller vines started to explore her body, especially her breasts and crotch. Soon enough a little dark creeper slipped under her shirt, exploring up inside her clothes.

So it was one of those plants... at least it was better than being digested... maybe her party could rescue her when she didn't turn up for the rendezvous...

One of the medium sized vines shortly followed the little creeper, pulling the leather and cloth upwards away from her skin, testing the strength of the armour. It carefully wormed its way around to the laces in her jerkin, where it easily wrapped itself around a cord and yanked with inhuman strength. Her jerkin pulled painfully tight for a moment, then loosened and came away as the vine dragged it from her chest. The same vine came back a moment later, squeezing its way under her shirt from bellybutton to cleavage, before snapping it off of her with the soft ping of buttons breaking under it's force. It dragged her shirt from her, ripping the sleeves as it rendered her naked from the waist up. She hadn't even noticed the smaller vines take her gloves.

The undressing vine turned to her lower half, beginning by pulling at her boots. Then she felt a curious sensation at her neck. A small vine had crept down past her ear, and was carefully exploring the sides and back of her neck. It swept back and forth, before seeming to jab her with a spine not unlike the paralytic ones, but without a stinging sensation. It did this several times before it seemed to pause at the side of her neck, just under where her jaw met her neck.

It dug in, much harder than the spines on the outside, and seemed to lodge in her neck. Her eyes slammed wide. Was it going to kill her after all? Then a creeping realisation as a hot liquid gurgled down the tube into her- she could feel the warmth spread first into her head, making her groggy beyond before, then down into her body. She gasped lightly as the warmth reached her breasts, feeling them harden despite the cloying heat of the plant. As the sensation wrapped into her nethers, it dragged a low moan from her, hooding her eyes as she could almost feel the plant coaxing her libido. 

The vine had rid her of her boots and the lower half of her trousers, barely registered by the drugged half-elf until it slipped under her panties, causing her to groan as it grazed her hood. Once, twice it tugged against the button on her trousers, each time falling back to rest lightly on her mound before yanking her crotch upwards again. The third time, the button broke away, the stitching on the garments themselves also giving out, leaving minute gusts of air tickling her as the vine moved up and down her thighs, ridding the last of her clothes from her body.

For a moment, she was left unattended. She drunkenly looked about, the drugs dimming her mind, though the paralysis from before had seemed to wear off. She tried moving her arms and legs, but the vines held them in a steely unmoving grip. She found she could wiggle her hands and feet, but anything more was arrested by the plant's strength. For now, her head and neck was unrestrained, though she could do little more than slowly shake her head back and forth, the vine into her neck easily adapting to any new position...

...the vine that still pumped whatever mix of toxins and hormones directly into her blood, that made her nipples stand up, that made her breath shaky and caused her to shiver, that let her feel every drop of sweat lazily trickle down her thighs. She could feel the desire in her lower lips, could feel them part and pulse with every heartbeat, even a single drop of her own lubricant travel from her vagina across her taint and come to rest over her lower hole...

She blinked and slowly shook her head, trying to banish the images and thoughts that came like a flurry, assaulting her drugged mind, adding to her arousal. The plant was doing this! It wasn't really her! She was doing a job, to steal some sap and avoid the guards...

The guards, as her minds eye flipped to the sounds of the two that she'd witnessed in a blowjob, her ears hearing once again the champ and suction of that tiefling pleasuring the dwarf, who were most likely now entangled in each other... for a moment, she saw herself on her knees before a bearded man in armour, her mouth hanging open inches from his staff. Then, laid on her back, spread out before him as he positioned himself at her entrance, and...

A real sensation nudged her labia, almost in time with her fantasy, dragging her back to reality as her dazed eyes refocussed and saw a strange new vine waiting at her entrance. Instead of a fully black vine, this one seemed to have a transparent tube running along its underside- and inside that tube... little spheres.

She jerked slightly, though even she wasn't sure if it was in protest or impatience. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it parted her folds and drove itself into her. She could feel it's advance, inch by tantalizing inch, almost unhindered due to her slickness. Her hands and feet grasped and kicked at nothing, her head thrown back as the tube filled her with a pleasure she'd never felt before. Her vaginal muscles seized up, gripping the intruder yet unable to slow it until it hit a barrier deep within her, filling her utterly.

She came.

Her body shook, her eyes closed tight as the orgasm rocked her world, sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. Her legs spasmed once, pulling her restraints slightly before they readjusted. A series of breathless squeaks were pushed from her lungs, without any capacity to form proper sounds.

Her body eventually worked its way down from the peak of the first orgasm, feeling the tube pushing again at her cervix, the sensation causing her to moan wantonly. It went still for a moment, causing a moment of guilty longing before she felt it spurt some kind of liquid into her, causing an orgasmic aftershock to sail through her. The tube surged forth again, and she felt it ram into her insides once more. Another liquid gush, this time directly into her cervix, before it tipped over an edge and forced it's way into her most private sanctum. Oddly, while she had expected pain, all the sensation brought was a burst of pleasure that brought her closer to another orgasm.

Now in her womb, the tube stopped altogether, though she started to feel a different kind of movement. Locking her eyes on the tube, she could see the little dark spheres begin to slowly travel down it's length, and even her sex drunk mind knew they were little seedlings. She followed the first one, almost entranced, as it passed closer and closer to her entrance, before she lost sight of it and felt it a few moments later as it entered her, feeling the tube bulge slightly as it accommodated the extra bulk, stretching her slightly wider. 

To her eyes, the seedlings hadn't seemed too big, but it felt like a fist was travelling up her canal, as antagonisingly slow as the tube had. Then, a second bulge entered her, causing her mouth to hang open, deep, heavy breaths raising her breasts in a steady rhythm. A third got halfway in before they all paused as the first reached her inner barrier, already breached as it was by the tube. She felt the tube disgorge more of it's liquid into her womb, feeling it hot and sticky inside her. At last, the first seed pushed against her cervix, then finally slipped through and free of the tube, coming to rest inside her.

As the second seed followed, it triggered her second orgasm, roiling waves of pleasure through her entire body. The seeds continued, accompanied by regular bursts of hot liquid from the tube, giving the seeds a warm sea to float in.

Eventually she felt a sensation on her breasts, feeling more semitransparent tubes coil down to her modest mounds. They seemed to attach with some kind of suction cup, and suddenly she could feel a pull like a vacuum on her nipples. All at once, a white liquid sprang from her mounds, causing her to gasp slightly as a pressure she hadn't before felt was all of a sudden relieved. 

Dazedly she watched the milk pool for a moment, before a rhythmic pumping sensation started a steady stream moving up each of the tubes. It was an odd sensation, not exactly pleasurable but more comfortable, a steady alternating beat to go with the continuing line of seeds travelling over her inner ridges, still massaging her interior with their slow march.

The slow but relentless pace continued, each seed spreading her lower lips slightly, letting her feel it distinctly as it travelled up her canal, then a momentary pause before a new seed slipped into her womb, accompanied by another spurt of sappy spunk. Clearly it had filled her enough- she could feel it spill from her womb each time a new seed entered, and she could see her pussy leaking a thick pale fluid, could feel it slowly trickle down across her butt.

The rhythm drove her into a mindless slack-jawed routine- every couple minutes the pump and intrusion drove her to cum, leaving her panting, dazed and tired. She'd have a short period of clarity- wondering when it'd stop, if she'd get out... before the rhythm once again lent her thoughts to the next orgasm, and again her thoughts zoned out.

She'd long lost track of the number of seeds or the times she'd cum when she was knocked from her trance by a vine lodging itself in her mouth- instinctively she began to suck it, before she caught herself and for a moment broke the sexual glaze over her brain. Before she could react further, it started to push down her throat, causing her to gag and bite at it, but to little avail. At the same time, she felt a pressure at her asshole- though she couldn't see what it was. 

From both ends, the plant forced itself into her, her lower muscles weakened so by orgasm and drugs that she could barely clench against it. She felt in slide in in sections- almost as if beads were being slid into her ass, beads that pulsed and vibrated, that brought a new constant pressure to her nethers from inside.

The vine in her mouth hit the back of her throat and instantly started spurting some viscous liquid. It tasted strangely familiar, sticking to the inside of her mouth. The vine drove down her throat, it's raw strength overcoming her gag reflex, and started to pump the substance directly into her stomach. Almost instantly she felt the exhaustion and dehydration from the many orgasms start to subside, and her head started to clear slightly as her tummy gurgled from the sudden influx of nutrition.

After a few seconds, she stopped gagging on the vine and took a moment to recover, wincing slightly as each organic bead slipped into her ass. She finally placed the taste in her mouth- the vile potion she'd taken before all this had begun. If only she'd paid more attention to that drow, maybe she'd have been able to escape from this thing. The stream into her stomach stopped, and all at once everything seemed to fall motionless. The pumps on her breasts fell still, and the vibrations in her ass died down.

She noticed the vine had stopped depositing seeds into her womb- she felt fit to burst, and looking down she could almost see her abdomen slightly swollen, as if she was a month or two pregnant. She could feel its hot load swirling inside her, now almost constantly dripping from her entrance, but the vine itself didn't seem to be dumping any more inside her. Slowly, she began to feel movement from it again, feeling her vaginal muscles clamp down on it involuntarily, seemingly wanting to keep the invader where it was. 

It inched out of her, tantalizing slowly, almost teasing her with the only sensation her overstimulated body could feel, seeming to have caught her on the edge of orgasm. Moving out of her womb, her stretched cervix sliding shut, sealing the bounty of seeds and sap inside her, before retreating, inch by pleasure-soaked inch until it left her with a minor flood of pale sap mixed with her own juices.

With that, the plant seemed to ignore her entirely. Heat still flowed through her, need still ignited in her nethers, but the plant seemed content to let her stew. Eventually she wound down from the excitement, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness, feeling the soreness that her drugged body had masked. She laid her head back, feeling her eyes flutter before she was dragged down into unconsciousness.


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A light, repetitive nudge to her cheek.


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Then a pinch of her sensitive ear, right on the tip.

She awoke with a start, disoriented, feeling the vines still burrowed within her, instinctively struggling against the bindings for a moment before falling still. She felt a stabbing brightness in her eyes, squinting as she slowly adjusted from sleep and the dark of the plant's interior.

Gone were the dark pink walls that had sealed her in, she could see the interior of the arboretum, the bulb pealed open similar to when it had taken her, though the light contrast was near blinding. 

A deep male voice echoed in her ears. “When you didn't come back, I decided to go in after you. My business usually requires this sort of check, hired thugs usually run into a hitch or two...”

It wasn't either of the men in her party- her eyes adjusted, and she recognised the dark skin of a drow- then the distinct features of Cornelius Darkleaf.

He squatted over her, silhouetted against the light. “They found your knife, by the way. Thought it was mine, caused me to do a little explaining about why I had a blade around his Lordship's valuable specimens. Fortunately you didn't manage to cut anything before the flower disabled you.”

He pulled out her throwing knife, a little black sliver in his pale palm. It glinted in the light. “Since you seemed so determined to use this, I'll do you the honour of exactly that.” He reached up and sliced through something in a swift motion, and she felt the vine out of her mouth go limp and sag. “Other than that, I have to say you've performed almost perfectly. Lord Whetly had no idea someone came in last night, they thought I'd left it from my consultation two days ago.”

She watched as he pulled a bottle from his bag and tied it to the sliced vine's dripping end. It slowly started to fill, that grey liquid. “The potion is of course, not what I told you it was.” Roughly he gripped the vine and tugged, smiling as it was slowly wrenched from her throat “It's a substance that attracts the plant to females- I use it to bait suitable individuals to let this plant flower. That's my job, see. I know the secret where nobody else does, the plant needs a woman to incubate its seeds.”

“And you've done a great job!” The vine left her mouth with a light pop, leaving her coughing and spluttering. He lightly patted her belly, and she felt the weight of the seeds within her. “I'd say they're about done. The plant will force them from you, then you'll be seeded all over again.”

She recovered enough to try her voice, sore and quiet. “Please- kof- get me out. I'll do anything-” He silenced her with a finger on her lips.

“But you're doing just what I want. Don't worry, you'll love every second of the seeding, and after a while you won't think of anything else. But I'm fair... I'll give you hope. Just enough to break you... you'll see.” He pulled the suction vines from her breasts, and pointed to the vines holding her still. “Without your milk, the vines around your limbs might weaken. If you struggle consistently, you'll be able to break them. That said, I'd give it... maybe four days before you won't want to break out?”

She set her jaw. “I've overcome worse odds than a little pleasure in my time. Giant monsters, deadly traps... I'll escape this too... this plant won't break me.” She'd get out, then she'd hunt this bastard.

“You're already horny at all times. Just see!” He dropped his hand to her entrance. Instantly she became aware of her own arousal, indeed roused by the lightest touch. He rubbed her, feeling her juices cover his fingers, before slipping in a finger, lightly caressing the inside of her vagina. She gasped, her muscles clenching around him. “Almost effortless. Not even a day, and you're what, thirty seconds from orgasm? Let's find out, shall we?”

He slipped another digit in, and started swiftly finger-fucking her. With his other hand he briefly squeezed her right breast, before moving down and starting to furiously rub and tease her clit, expertly squeezing it out from under her hood.

The stimulation was so different from that from the plant. The vines had been rhythmic, slow, inevitable. But this was fast, and overwhelming. In between the gasps, she pleaded for him to stop, then between moans she simply pleaded, then all the sound she made was incoherent squeaks and cries as the orgasm crashed through her body, driving her unprepared mind with it. For the first time she squirted, the suddenness of the orgasm catching her totally unaware.

He stood, leaving her panting and shaking from the aftershocks. “Nearly twenty seconds. Impressive. Oh, and look at that!” The organic beads in her behind started to vibrate, causing her to gasp as another aftershock welled through her. “I seem to have kick started the birth sequence. I'll be off now. Do have fun!”

He unhooked the bottle from the feeder tube, which had already grown a few inches towards her face. It was once again filled with that grey cloudy fluid. He held it up to the light, then stuffed it into his bag.


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She looked up at him “please don't leave me here...”

He smiled, poking through the debris of her clothes to reclaim his syringe, then stepping back and poking it into certain areas of the bulb wall. The walls started to slide shut. She could feel her lower muscles start to cramp, and heard a low gurgle from her belly.

“Please... no...”

The drow gave her a little wave as the walls grew closer and closer, then with an organic thump, sealed. Adjusting to the dark, she vaguely saw the feeder tube hanging slightly above her forehead. Dragging her eyes from it, she noticed a new vine begin to head for her pussy. She tugged at the vines on her wrists, but they didn't even budge.

“no...”