Selina stands at the edge of a shadowy grove, eyeing a beautiful blue flower. It's large petals rustled in the slight wind, a hypnotizing sight. Despite her knowledge of this forest and botany, she'd never seen or heard of a plant like this. She had to know more.
So casually walking forward, there oddly was no crunching of leaves as she stepped. It was all healthy green grass, as if leaves never fell. Or more interesting, had been quickly decomposed by the forest floor. Nothing like the rest of the surrounding areas.
Crouching down to get a better look, the flower was surprisingly eye level even though it looked to only be ankle height from the edge. Selina was also hit with a beautiful smell wafting from the now inexplicably larger flower. It was as if the cerulean petals were inviting her in, the wind having stopped yet they still moved.
Without thinking, she leaned in, the stigma almost purposefully brushing her nose while the petals tickled her cheeks. It was a bizarre feeling, her head feeling a little fuzzy and thoughts slowing. Selina could discern it was most definitely the flower's fault, its scent hypnotic, but she couldn't pull away.
She only jolted back when she felt the stigma move towards her lips, pressing for entrance and having left a sticky fluid on her nose. It drowned her in the flower's perfume and she felt sluggish, thoughts easily drawn to the growing wetness between her legs. Selina groaned, pussy rubbing against her panties with the position she was now in, on her ass with legs slightly spread. Apparently that was enough of an opening for the flower as it lunged forward, stem extending, and shoved the stigma into her mouth, leaking the fluid onto her tongue.
She couldn't pull away when from out of nowhere, a vine wrapped around the back of her head, pressing her forward onto the flower. Selina's pussy throbbed the more fluid she was forced to swallow ran down her throat. Hell, her entire body tingled and she craved more, opening her mouth more and letting the entire style fill it, stigma sliding to the base of her tongue. The petals closed around her face, blocking her sight of more vines emerging from the ground.