The fleece sprites had me off-balance. The scarecrows were... almost frightening in their enthusiasm. But nothing quite topped that catgirl's eagerness. At least, not until I met Brigitte.
Anya, I'm trying not to get too into detail for your sake, but you're the most qualified person I know to analyze what happened today. That alraune poisoned me, mind and body. And I can't shake the feeling that this was a test.
A test I failed.
At least, I hope this is considered failure. If this was the result they were hoping for...
"Does my darling master want to stroke?" Brigitte cooed.
"Yes," Senya whimpered. "Yes!"
"Then stroke." Her gleaming green eyes devoured his form with a searing passion. Senya felt his hand start to slide up and down his shaft, and pleasure streaked through his whole body. It felt so good to touch himself. So good to do as Brigitte told him. "Stroke your long, thick cock, Master, and feel your will fill it. Isn't it powerful? Isn't it awe-inspiring?"
"Uh..." Senya could barely think about what she was saying. All he could do was stroke. All he could do was stroke.
She laughed. "It's okay. You need not trouble yourself with thinking anymore. Stroke faster, and stroke those useless thoughts into it."
It was as though a great weight had been lifted from Senya's shoulders. He smiled weakly at her and started to stroke faster. "Yes," she hissed, "my Master feels all those nasty thoughts just... leaking out, does he not?"
He started to pant with effort. She watched greedily as a droplet of precum emerged. "Dribbling out. All those useless thoughts, all those silly doubts. You will
cum them out
, Master."
"Cum?" Senya's mind could barely comprehend the rest, but this part made sense to him. It filled him with a burning need.
"Mm. Stroke faster, and with each stroke, dedicate yourself moreso to me." She leaned close. Senya realized he was starting to lift into the air. "Stroke faster, and feel the lust pounding. Stroking your will like a docile pet. Stroking your will like a needy cock. It wants to escape, Master. You must release it."
"Release..."
"Stroke faster, and with every throb of your mighty manhood, feel it take over a little more," she purred. "For you do not want to think, do you? You want to allow
it
to do your thinking."
"Unh... but..." Senya struggled. He knew this was wrong. He was in the air now. That was strange. And... let his cock think for him? His mouth opened. "I... as Master, I c-command you—"
A tentacle slid into his mouth. No, a slick vine. His mouth closed instinctively, and a delicious, creamy sweetness filled his mouth.
He found himself suckling passively as Brigitte smiled at him, like she'd just shut up a child with a lollipop. "Now, now. You want your cock to think for you, my sweet little Master, because you want your cock to master
me
. Do you not?"
His eyes widened. He was now suspended above the plant, and he could see Brigite's form inside the flower. Her hips were wide, her legs shapely, curved to hint at glorious pleasure between them. The juices of the flower blurred most of it, but if he could just get a little closer...
"Mm-hm!" he managed.
"Then stroke faster, my Master, and let your cock master. Your cock is so powerful, so perfect." Brigitte was stroking herself, Senya realized, but she clearly had a lot more control than he did. He didn't know how he hadn't come yet. He was stroking like a madman, frantically seeking release, but none would... would come. "Stroke faster, my Master. Your cock deserves
so much pleasure
."
"Mm..." Senya felt his mind sinking deep, deep down, settling at a primitive state.
Brigitte stared at his cock with what could only be called devotion. "Yes," she husked, "your perfect, wonderful cock deserves so much control. Let it master me. Let it master you."
Senya just kept sucking. He could no longer remember what he'd been objecting to. His whole mouth was tingling. His head was spinning. His cock was throbbing.
The tentacle left his mouth after a moment, and Brigitte looked up at him expectantly. "Yes," he whined.
"Does your cock master you now, my powerful, dominant Master?" Brigitte cooed sweetly up at him.
"Yes," he whispered. "P-please, I need to... need to come..."
Her smile widened. "Then it is ready to master me."
Immediately, his whimpers turned into moans as he saw her legs spread. The flower's petals seemed to stretch outward slightly to make room. Room for him. Room for her Master.
The vines gently lowered him down towards the liquid. His toes dipped into the warm, thick nectar. He missed the tentacle, but as Brigitte pursed her lips for him, he knew that her kisses would be far more sweet.
He barely felt her kisses, though. He felt the juices of the alraune's plant first. His whole lower body started to tingle. It was like all his sensation was being concentrated in one erotic area.
"What does your cock want, my Master?" Brigitte whispered, her lips playing on his cheeks, her tongue flicking out and teasing him.
He didn't hesitate. "Pleasure!" he cried. "It wants
p-pleasure
!"
"Then you had best obey
your
master," Brigitte said. "And I will live to serve you. My strong, powerful,
commanding
Master." Her tone was unmistakeably mocking, but Senya no longer cared. He just smiled, his eyes widening with bliss, as his cock descended into her nectar.
The lust that was filling him was indescribable. Her kisses flowed over his skin like molasses, stimulating every part of him with intoxicating sweetness. Her legs slowly wrapped around him. The flower began to contract.
He was so glad he was her Master. Otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to do things like this without being in real trouble.
"You are such a good pet," Brigitte cooed in his ear, as her pussy settled directly over his cock—but did not take him inside yet. He gasped. "Ooh! You are going to make your Mistress
very, very
happy."
And that made him happy. He smiled widely. Why wouldn't he want to make her happy? His... wait, Mistress?
Then the flower petals began to tighten, pressing their bodies closer together, and Senya screamed as his cock was thrust into her tight, slick folds. The alraune screamed, too. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she seized Senya in a soulcrushing kiss. The flower walls contracted around their writhing bodies, even as they sank down, deeper and deeper into the nectar. It blew Senya's mind how much he could feel. He couldn't bear it. It suffused him.
And she was
so
tight. So wet. The petals forced them to clash and retract, even more than the efforts of Brigitte, who was largely guiding his movements now. Senya had no control anymore. He just kissed his beloved alraune, and thrust into her, and drank of her wetness. She tasted just as delicious as the vine, just as sugary as the fruit. Flower nectar sloshed into his mouth—was she deliberately splashing it in there?—and filled him with sweetness. Her sweetness.
Reason had almost completely oozed out of him now. His brain was sloshing in the nectar like a puppy in a puddle, and his heart was already drinking greedily. He loved Brigitte, he realized, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her harder, biting her bottom lip. She moaned into the kiss, signaling her approval.
He pounded into her, relishing her screams. He was screaming, too, but everything in his world was turning fuzzy and blurred save her. The lewd splashings and smackings made by their two bodies mashing together within the plant, his moans and gasps, the sloppy sounds of her lips on his—even the sounds of the masturbating scarecrows behind them... none of it penetrated.
Nothing save her. He was lost in her emerald gaze, even though her eyes were now closed as an orgasm was loudly wrenched from her. Her screams of bliss were his world, her skin his only
understanding
of the world. He stared into her eyes and felt trapped beneath her lids, so that he was sure that if she were to open them, he would see himself, lost in green.
Silly boy,
the eyes said.
You humans all say you want freedom, but when it comes down to it, you will always beg. Always serve your cocks. Human weakness cannot be fought.
"An' why," she purred, breaking from the kiss for a moment, "would you want to fight this, my sweet pet?"
"I don't!" he burst out, and he kissed her again. She gasped in surprise, but then growled and rekindled her efforts. Her tight, wet sheath slid along his shaft, lubricated, slick, hard, throbbing. Pleasure was filling his whole body, filling it, filling his mind. Drowning his mind in nectar.
When he at least came, it was not just one climax. His mind seemed to bend around time, losing all perspective, and the only way he could tell time was still passing was the ebb and flow between orgasms. He never seemed to run out of cum. He drowned in lust, in this beautiful creature's embrace, and did not even notice as the flower's petals slowly closed around them, leaving them in deep green darkness.
Her eyes were glowing, now. He smiled and allowed her to milk another orgasm from his body. It felt so good to please his Mistress so.
~~~~
"Master."
The alraune gyrated her hips along his shaft, and Senya moaned.
"Master."
Her lips ran along his neck. Senya returned the affections to her neck, loving her happy little sighs. Their lips met, and as their bodies slowly pulled apart and slid towards one another, Senya allowed her tongue to probe into his mouth. Everything tasted like her now, anyways.
"Senya!"
Senya blinked. His name echoed in his almost-totally-drowned mind. Slowly, awareness started to seep back, and his eyelids crept upwards. It wasn't easy at first—they, like all parts of his body, were sticky with nectar—but at last, he got them open.
He came instantly upon seeing Brigitte's gorgeous green eyes, eyelashes fluttering, her lips pouting seductively. The pleasure jolted through him, emptying his mind again. He moaned, and she smiled. "Good boy," she cooed. "Such a good boy for Mistress."
"Brigitte."
Brigitte's pout turned a bit mopey. "Oh, scandal. It seems we are to be interrupted." She broke eye contact with Senya—whose mind was still recovering from the orgasm, and preparing for the next as her hips continued to slide along his member. "Hello, Hob."
