Nature's Whore
Deep in the forests of Sokiya, a human wandered dangerously close to the Old World, a place of ancient nature, where her kind weren't welcome. Isabel, a young woman of 18 had followed a pair of the intelligent guardians of Ancient Nature -the greater apes called Sasquatches- and found herself face to face with a pair of rare plants, unwilling to listen to her guide who had cautioned her about the pair of intelligent plants. The first plant had rubbed her cheeks with its vines, beckoning her closer while she greeted with her name, unaware at first of the tiny filaments slipping into her ear while she smelled the intoxicating flower.
The sensation of having her brain tickled and caressed by the Flowering Lattice was enough to send Isabel to her knees. Relishing the pollen from the flower she had buried her face in, and the euphoria it gave her, listening to the vines and roots whisper their affection for her from inside her skull, secreting a fluid that numbed her to all but the pleasure of being taken by nature. A thick vine from the Suture Vine came up to Isabel's face, and rubbed her lips briefly before opening to reveal an orifice filled with small nubs of green flesh undulating in their secreted sap. The limb entered her mouth, taking her wet appendage inside itself, sucking on Isabel's tongue. The sap was sweet, intoxicatingly so, and warm. Somewhere in her pollen drunk mind, Isabel was aware that this was her first kiss, taken by a plant, nature was granting her something so fine and sticky sweet.
"We love you."
The two plants cooed from deep in her brain, both caring and loving in a way she had never known. The Lattice vines penetrating her ears and nose began slowly wrapping around her brain, and squeezing gently to find every wrinkle. She felt them prod at different places, making her twitch randomly, or drool, or her eyes cross. Then the alarms in her mind went off as they began penetrating spots so they could take root inside her very mind, silencing the warnings and panic as they dug into her gray matter, careful not to damage the young girl, more careful to take control of her bit by bit as she welcomed them deeper. The roots probed, and prodded the strange tissue. They had tested animals, and elves before, but a human was a new creature to them. Slowly, they took hold, seeking the bright spots that lit up, piecing her apart, and reconnecting her to suit their needs. If she wanted to scream; she couldn't, or say no, or struggle. She was theirs.
Finally they found her hypothalamus, and set about their work. A subtle twitch, a new wrinkle, they started their manipulations: first her thirst and hunger rewritten to crave reproductive fluids, and made slave to pleasure, then raising her need for fertilization until her body reflexively released eggs to be coated in human sperm that would never come. She trembled in response, and sensing the potential for her injury, her partner found her brainstem and took hold so it could filter her convulsions, granting the Flowering Lattice more control to stop her thrashing.
"Careful Little One."
A tendril from the Suture Vine gently wrapped around her neck, cradling her head and pulling her back onto her butt. The sap secreted in the orifice inside Isabel's mouth mixed with her saliva, and ran down her throat, warm and thick, getting her drunk and fogging what little coherent mind she had left.
It wasn't just the one vegetative limb making itself home inside the girl; another had begun rubbing against her lower lips until her left hand dropped to guide it where the heat in her pussy was greatest, not realizing the vine would slip inside her so easily, and sending her right to the edge of a new feeling, like something was building inside her. The Lattice noticed the change in her brain, and took hold of that spot, pulling it away with the disgusting feeling of her brain pulled apart, but quickly enveloped and reconnected. Now the plants knew how to send her over the cliff of orgasm, or keep her on edge until her body gave out. Isabel took hold of the vine and pulled it deeper, the need for cock was foreign to the virgin, but the need to be filled had to be satisfied. It was painful to be stretched the way her untouched walls were forced apart, but it felt so good, and it was feeling better by the moment. Being touched down there was gross, disgusting even, but rational thought had left Isabel the moment the first roots latched onto her brain tissue, now she was a slave to the primal need to reproduce, and the stamen in her snatch was all too willing to make her belong to Mother Nature.
Smooth vine-like limbs from the Lattice traced her form, exploring her figure to find every nerve to trace the signal. Others slipped up and down her stomach, one found a spot where her body was more sensitive, sliding over her nipple again to test her, and after finding the pleasure, another tendril from the Suture opened its end to begin sucking on her erect nipple. She had never been touched like this before, and now feeling the multiple tiny tendrils emerging to gently slide past her hymen to tickle some hidden entrance was sending shocks up her spine, that feeling was growing stronger, and the heat was building into a burning fire.
The tiny vines that invaded her through her ears and nose squirmed deeper into her gray matter, and her legs went numb as they were taken from her brain and willingly gifted to her lovers, leaving her trapped. Her left hand found the spot where her untrimmed pussy was hottest, where it felt best to massage while the phallic vine pressed and prodded against her hymen. Her right remained on her nipple, fingers twisting and playing with her unimpressive breast, until with another shuddering dive into her brain the Lattice Flower took her remaining limbs, and her arm fell limp against her shaking body, her left arm following suit moments later.
She was left with the roots assaulting inside her skull, the tiny caressing vines stimulating her skin, the larger one violating her throat, and the one thicker than her fist slowly backing out of her privates, leaving her girl parts empty, and her body hot. Words were lost on her, she couldn't figure them out anymore, but the want and need for release was so powerful the Lattice took notice and sang it to the Suture Vine. It thrust as deep as it could, hitting the wall at the end of her fleshy tunnel, sending a cascading feeling like a mighty thunderstorm blowing through a forest. That burning heat would have been released, but the Lattice stopped it, keeping it going, but not letting it burst and burn out, she wouldn't be allowed to orgasm until the plants had finished with her. They weren't going to let her rest yet. The pair of large apes had been patient, and Nature's Friend deserved to breed.
Thorin had wondered if he should have warned Isabella, but the lass was so curious about nature, and about the plants and animals that lived here. Granted, he hadn't expected this to happen. It was rare to see a Flowering Lattice, or a Suture Vine, let alone both at once. Most scholars only get to read about them, few have seen either reproduce, fewer still had seen both reproduce with the animals of the Old World, or the elves that wandered too close. Stories of minds altered to seek more chances to breed, and brains literally rooted into and taken apart, only to be put back together were surely exaggerated. Or so he had thought. Now the innocent lass was trapped, no doubt she had welcomed the Flowering Lattice, and now enjoying the toying of the Suture Vine, that just seemed like something Isabella would do, she had already been willing to risk a violent death by following a Sasquatch into its territory. Hence how the pair had found themselves here.
Speaking of which...
Thorin was well aware of how dangerous Sasquatches -Peace Walkers as the plants called them- could be if they felt like they or nature was being intruded on. Now he was standing nervously between two of them, well aware of the massive erections each had. Most people -even elves- would never be this close to a sasquatch, now he was flanked by two of the upright apes, perhaps they were enjoying the show? Isabella wasn't bad looking now that she was out of her robes. Petit, lithe, and pale. With a lightly freckled face and even smooth skin. Her tits were proof that she was a late bloomer, still almost completely flat, and her hips weren't meant for carrying more than one or two children, but her ass was tight, cute even. The Peace Walkers seemed to think so too. Thorin was almost ashamed to admit he was enjoying seeing the poor inexperienced lass turned into a puppet by the plants, it was probably more plant fiber in her head now than brain tissue. But the steady drip from her vagina was enticing.
The Suture Vine retreated from Isabella's crotch, and the lass fell forward again, this time giving Thorin and the Peace Walkers an unobstructed view of her buttocks and unkempt pussy where her white panties had been pulled to the side by her partner. It was quite the view. The Sasquatches thought so too, both taking a few steps towards her
"Oh shit."
the elf thought. He had let this go on too long, and he knew what must be coming next.
"Too late to stop it."
he thought. At 8' tall, and over a thousand pounds each, the greater apes were dangerous to anyone that encroached, much like Thorin and Isabella were, and the thought of stopping not one, but
two
