****Apologies it's taken so long to get this one online to anyone that's actually following these. Real life meant I didn't have the time unfortunately.
Also, due to God knows what on the last story (probably me though), it ended up being called 'den of Hellish Delights Ch. 02' rather than Garden. So if you were looking by title, you may have missed it.
Apologies for that too, and here is a much longer chapter to make up.***
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A pair of arms had scooped under John's shoulders, gripped round his torso and lifted him away.
He was rising higher into the air, nectar dripping off him, and Aura, staring up at him from the pool, was looking very cross indeed.
Looking up into the face of his rescuer, he saw a young witch, dressed in a lush green robe, with a Level 2 Levitation charm casting the ghostly outline of wings behind her.
"You need to be careful," she said. "Aura has an addictive personality."
"Guh?" was all John could mumble.
The witch settled them down on the branch of a tree overlooking Aura and her bath-like plant that swelled with the promise of forbidden pleasure and eternal ecstasy.
"You've taken on an awful lot of nectar. Let me drain you."
The pretty young witch wrapped a slender hand round John's shaft and began pumping. Yellow gunk oozed out of the head, slowly at first, then came out in larger volumes.
Through John's addled mind, he became aware of the stimulation and his face regained its silly little grin.
With the help of firm, strong strokes from the witch, he eventually reached climax and shot a large load of thick, yellow, nectar-tainted semen in several directions. The witch calmly stepped back and projected a force field to deflect any come from hitting her.
"Tell my your name," she offered. "I'm Tara."
"John," he muttered, a little giddily.
"You were in there for two days, you know," she said.
"You're probably still feeling the effects of the nectar. There's nothing we can do about that except wait for it to wear off, but don't go near her again -- there have been men trapped with her for years, until some other garden pest snatched them away.
"The ones that got away from their second set of captors then spent the rest of their waking lives trying to find her."
John's head was clearing as overcame the narcotic effects of Aura's nectar.
"What... the... hell....?" he managed.
"You had a run-in with Aura. She's native to the garden, and she finds it very difficult to resist the allure of a good fuck or several thousand.
"Aura picked you up after that Caressylis drained you dry, used her nectar to pump you up to full health, then had you mainlining her 'special happy juice' like a junkie," sighed the witch.
"What a day, huh? Your dick gets a day-long stiffy after being stung by lust bugs. You stumble right into a Caressylis, and then Aura, who rarely shows her face when she's not screwing a guy indefinitely, finds you. You can't catch a break."
"HER nectar? Was she part of that plant?" John was struggling to get to grips with it.
"Kind of, but not really. Biology in Hell's pretty fucked up," the witch offered.
"Aura likes to get humans comfy in her narcotic flower before pumping them full of her own super-strength form of nectar.
"They're then doped to fuck while she spends eternity screwing them, as all the time her 'lower mouth' gulps down sexual fluids like fizzy pop."
"Uhh, okay... wait. Hell?!"
"...yeah. Your two playmates will have tried not to tell you in case you freak out. They'd much rather you were a happy little cum-puppet.
"You must have messed up a teleportation spell or something. There's a weak point in the dimensional fabric nearby, and your scattered particles will have zipped through there before your body restructured itself."
John's mind was reeling - it was a lot to take in.
"But this can't be Hell.... it's a garden for Chrissakes! Hell's full of fire, brimstone, people getting tortured.
"I don't want to tempt fate and run into them again, but all I've seen is horny plant life."
"Yeah, but you know as well as I do, if I hadn't rescued you, that could well be where you'd be spending eternity.
"Anyway, we're only in a small area of the Lust plane. You do NOT want to have wound up in the plane of Anger.
"Besides, step outside the garden, and you'll soon see where the real trouble is. If ever you find yourself outside this place -- which I WOULDN'T recommend, stay clear of the succubus called Nyte. She's batshit crazy."
"But the others are alright, I suppose?" John chuckled weakly.
"Of course not -- they're all nuts and all dangerous. Here, you've got nothing to worry about being trapped for eternity.
"In their lair, you'll be lucky to escape with your soul in one piece."
"How did you end up here then?" probed John, eager to change subject.
"Same as you -- tear in the fabric of dimensions. I've lost count of how many years I've spent trying to get out...
"You-you don't age here..." she said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"But by now, I'm sure I've outlived everyone back home."
"You don't know that," said John. "Time might not be passing outside."
"Even if it isn't, I lost count of how long I've been here at around 50 years; yet every day I searched for a way out, and every day I came up empty."
"I had an Advanced Spells tome with me when I came through, and I've been able to learn everything in it inside out. ...even the forbidden magic.
"But none of them could shed any light on how to escape. The tear is only one-way."
John's heart sank.
"No... no, no no no no no. There HAS to be a way out. Succubi get to our world."
"Succubi are summoned or enter people's dreams. We're not succubi," said Tara, who had begun disrobing.
"I'm sorry, John, I've given this a good deal of thought... and seeing you down there only helped to make up my mind.
"If I'm going to be stuck here forever, I want to at least be so fucking high I won't care..."
"Tara, NO!"
But it was too late. Tara had stripped completely naked, and with eerie precision, jumped off the branch and into Aura's pool of euphoria-inducing nectar.
He could hear the beauty's giggling from below.
"Oh, my. What have we here....?
"Ooh, It's been aaages since I had a girl to play with. Fun!"
The petals drew tight round Tara and Aura, and by watching their bodies bulge through the petals, John could see Aura had taken the lead by grinding her pussy against Tara's thigh, in turn rubbing her own thigh against Tara's crotch.
With one arm draped over Tara, she dipped her spare hand into her pussy and pulled out some glistening yellow nectar.
Before her new best friend could react, Aura slipped her fingers into Tara's mouth and lathered the inside of it with nectar before drawing her into a long, passionate kiss.
If Aura's own, private nectar had been enough to render John completely helpless when pumped into his cock, God only knew what an oral application would do.
Tara pulled her close and frantically ground herself against Aura moaning through her kiss.
Aura withdrew and, quick as lightning, shoved Tara's head beneath the surface, holding it down.
"Don't worry, warlock. I'm just making sure your friend gets an extra-big helping." she said.
Eventually she released Tara and pulled her up by her arms.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, sweetie," she said.
"It's... alright..." sighed Tara with an unmistakeable look of lust in her eyes.
"Good! Now, you just relax sweetie, and lose yourself in my tits. Can you do that?"
"Yes... yes... anything... for you." breathed Tara.
And with that, the witch pulled Aura close again, fastened her lips round the girl's left nipple and suckled at the teat like an infant, while the contractions of the pod helped the girls to effortlessly grind against each other.
Aura threw her head back, taking in deep, rapid breaths as Tara's attentions brought her to orgasm.
"Ohhh! Oh! It's a fair trade, warlock. A woman's nice but no match for a thick hard cock inside me."
John's own cock, which had yet to return to normal size, twitched in response.
"But at least I get to keep this pretty thing. In return, I'll give you a hint.
"You want to get out of here, right? Follow the red plants."
John peered over his shoulder to follow Aura's line of sight and saw a row of phallic, protruding toadstools with a red, near-plastic sheen.
What the hell, he thought, can't be any worse than where I've already been.
And with that he left Tara to drown in her endless orgasm, and her burbling newfound adoration of Aura's tits.
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As he made his way past the rows of toadstools, John eventually reached a clearing.
Poking through the overgrowth to peer at what lay beyond, he was surprised to see a deep, crystal blue stream, and yet more lush vegetation with the odd toadstool, but -- more to the point -- women.
Not bound to a plant, or fucking in nectar women -- just three of the most stunning bodies he had ever seen, all of which were stark naked.
On the far left, a fair woman with blonde hair and a slender figure, who looked to be in her 20s, was eyeing him up with what he hoped was curiosity.
In the centre, a younger woman with deep red hair, the colour of satin, who seemed no older than a uni fresher, was idly running a finger over one of the nubs of her shapely breasts.
And to her right, a shapely, statuesque woman, apparently in her late 20s, ran fingers through long brown hair, as she peered at him through the overgrowth.
"Come out, little man," she purred.