John awoke to a pulsing contraction flexing around his entire body. Wearily his eyes began to open and adjust to the natural light around him.
He had a splitting headache and his body felt like he'd run several consecutive marathons. It was like the worst hangover he had ever experienced.
As his eyes regained their focus, he scoped his surroundings.
He was still in the garden, but held up to his neck in a bright green flower of just the right size to hold a person, which was massaging some kind of fluid into his body.
Oh shit... It couldn't be...
"Coo-eee!" a voice called.
Looking up, he saw a larger green flower the size of a caravan at its base, pulsating at a faster rhythm. It narrowed as the petals reached the top, where two very familiar figures were writhing together.
Nectar. He was being bathed in nectar in a plant right next to Aura's own pool, where she was still grinding away on a doped-up Tara.
"You set me up," he said. "That route was a trap, so you could kidnap me and hook me up again."
"Actually," said Aura. "The whorelip brought you here, not me."
"I've been enjoying the company of Tara here all this time." She ran a hand across Tara's face, who simply smiled dreamily in response.
"But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a feeling I'd be seeing you again."
"I just didn't think the sisters would be as harsh as to set a nest of whorelip upon you. I mean, you can never have too many buds, but leaving you alone and defenceless with the mother whorelip... that was just pure evil, especially when you've got succubus venom boiling in your balls..." she licked her lips.
"It was the only thing keeping you conscious."
"Now then, don't fret, the nectar in there isn't the good stuff I can give you. That's just going to spruce you up again. It'll probably take another few minutes before your head stops pounding.
"But if you can't wait that long, we could always have another little romp... Tara could join in too."
"No – no way!" said John. "I'm not ending up some doped-up smackhead who can't stop grinning while his dick becomes a fire hose."
"Don't compare my pleasures to your filthy earth drugs," snarled Aura, in a display of anger that temporarily cut her projection of innocence.
"Besides," she said as her expression returned to its usual beaming self, "You make it sound like a bad thing."
John had had enough. His head had cleared and he was getting out of the personal nectar pod.
Holding the petals open, he twisted his hips and squirmed until the bulb tipped over, and he was able to slip out onto the turf.
As he picked himself up, stark naked, he gathered what dignity he had left and stormed away from the nectar plants, heading down a dark path not yet explored.
Ahead of him lay a long tunnel of foliage with ferns and thick vegetation either side. It narrowed as it went on, meaning he could end up pushing his way through by the end of it, but he was running out of options to explore in the way of paths leading away from the 'nectar patch'.
As he marched down the path, determined to find a way out, he came across an altogether darker side to the garden.
Moans filled the air, and his cock began to stir again. Looking to the sides, he could see feminine figures shifting through the foliage and swaying seductively.
Voices called out to him, coaxing him, tempting him to experience sinful wonders with them.
"Hey baby, come and help me out. I'm lonely..." begged one.
"Sweety, please... come to me... I want you... Don't you want this?" asked one stunning creature who was fondling her tits.
"Please, baby... I can pleasure you in ways you could never imagine..." pleaded another.
Instead, he pushed past, feeling a tinge of regret despite himself.
His space to manoeuvre was narrowing and occasionally, he could have sworn he felt feminine anatomy brush past him. Any doubts were soon removed when slender arms reached out and velvety hands brushed over his body, occasionally attempting to get a hold on his arms, though he easily shook them off.
A few more steps though and the tight passageway made it difficult to quickly slip past and more hands were grabbing hold at once. Moss and vegetation was pressing in with unusual density against him, but gave easily enough when he moved.
The more pressing concern were the hands, four of which had grabbed his arms – one between two.
Two more emerged from the surroundings to grip an ankle each.
Now he was stuck – John first tried to shake the hands restraining his arms without success, before trying to overpower those on his legs by striding forward; only to find they wouldn't budge.
Torsos pressed against the moss, leaving exposed breasts, bulky and firm, to push against his sides. Four more arms slithered out, hinting that whatever lay hidden in the shrubs may possess human-like limbs, but certainly didn't have a human anatomy, and headed for different parts of him.
A couple slid over his chest, sensuously gliding over his pecs, while a third reached his crotch, cupped his sack and gently fondled his balls, occasionally dragging a fingernail across his perineum.
The fourth went for his cock, and began gently pumping his shaft.
"A man..." breathed one voice.
"We need a man..." sighed another.
"Please help us..." added a third voice.
"Don't you want this?" asked yet a fourth.
John thrashed in a futile bid to escape, but it didn't even slow down the unwanted masturbation by the hand, whose counterparts gripped or stroked him with a gentle firmness.
He decided instead to save his strength and see if an ejaculation would change his captor's habit enough to present a chance to escape.
Giving up his resistance, John allowed himself to relax and enjoy the attention. A few minutes later and orgasm hit, causing a spray of ejaculate to spring into the air, landing out of sight in the deep moss beneath him.
"Thank you..." sighed a voice.
"Wasn't that nice?" enquired another.
He was forced to admit to himself that it was, catching his breath back as he lay back, held upright only by the hands, and sandwiched between a slick pair of generously endowed torsos.
Level with his head, another bulge formed in the moss, and a chin positioned beneath full, puckered lips pressed through the surface, followed by a dainty nose between a pair of smooth, pale cheeks. The face that emerged stopped just short of eyes and ears becoming visible.
"What would you have of us?" it asked.
"I just need to go," he said. "If you really want to thank me for, er, this, just let me be on my way."
