As if under a spell, Violet followed the scent down the hill and began wading through taller grasses. She felt a tugging at her core, a summoning that could not be ignored. The plants stirred, urging her forwards. Blades of grass brushed and stroked her ankles, then her calves, the back of her knees and up her thighs. The thrumming grew stronger, more impatient, and a feathered leaf slipped over her clitoris and between her lips, igniting a lust stronger than anything she'd experienced before.
She fell to her knees panting and her pussy dripped onto the soil beneath. As though accepting her offering, the wind rustled triumphantly through the tall grasses. The scent was everywhere now, intoxicating and all-encompassing, she could think of nothing but the fire between her legs. Her skin electrified. Every brush of leaf and stem left hot trails and she lifted a finger to her nipple, beaded and hard from arousal. She pinched and moaned, rolling onto her back. Her legs fell apart and her back arched with pleasure, lips parting, pink and wet with her essence.
The grasses fed on her essence, bending to sample from the source from between her slick lips. Their stems grew thicker, their leaves larger. Some feathered, some leathery, all caressed her body as if to stimulate more production of her juices. Small vines curled around around her nipples, gently pulling as larger leaves with bulging veins rubbed across them, each bump shooting sparks straight down to her clitoris. Flowers bloomed then fell away, becoming pregnant with thick, heavy fruit. Violet ached to be filled. Gasping for breath, she felt hollow and empty and the pure, carnal need to fuck.
As if responding to her thoughts, more fruit burst from flowers. Phallic and hard with veins and ridges, they presented themselves to her. She rolled onto her hands and knees into the natural position for breeding and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out to greet a small fruit before it pushed its way into her mouth. She instinctively began sucking.
Behind her, a thicker, larger fruit was preparing itself for entry. Its bulbous head drew across her slit, lubricating itself with her juices. A thick vine coiled around her waist, holding her in place as two smaller vines snaked around her thighs, pulling them further apart. Her heart thumped heavily and she writhed in anticipation.
The phallic fruit positioned itself against her lips and pushed. It slid past with ease but encountered resistance at the tight opening of her pussy. Violet groaned around the fruit in her mouth and pushed her hips back. She was rewarded by a long, hard thrust as the larger fruit sheathed itself inside her. The head throbbed with vitality, pushing against her womb and paused, allowing her body to adjust to the length and girth of its intrusion. It rotated slowly, its bumps and ridges scraping deliciously along her muscular walls and her eyes rolled in pleasure.
Nectar began to flow from the fruit in her mouth. Thick and sweet, she swallowed, gasped for breath, and swallowed some more. It was delicious and instantly she felt life course through her veins. Her body relaxed as the tension left her muscles and her trembling stilled. She had felt no fear to begin with, but a new certainty and sense of rightness settled her mind. Sensing this, the vine around her waist tightened, as if bracing her for the next phase of her initiation.
