"Hey. You should come closer~"
You try to ignore the alraune's sweet, delicate lilting voice. You watch her whole body sway to and fro out of the corner of your eye, just about ten paces off the path. In the dappled canopy-filtered sunlight, she almost looks luminescent.
"I don't think that's a good idea," you manage. You didn't plan to say anything to her. You're just passing by on the road, and you know better than to acknowledge her. You certainly know better than to step off the path for even a moment in this part of the forest.
But you can't stop stealing glances.
"Oh, really?" Her plush bloodred lips quirk upwards in a sly smile. "You don't think I'm dangerous, do you?" She tosses her hair back, lustrous, dark green locks. Her eyes glimmer magenta, contrasting with pale green skin. Wildflowers fill her hair, some almost seeming to sprout from it, and a weighty necklace of roses hangs low between her cleavage. Her breasts are covered--barely--only by a pair of vines with large suggestive pink flowers at the ends. The vines drape around her waist and over her shoulders like playful pet snakes.
Venus isn't usually this close to the path. The great lotus blossom she dwells in isn't supposed to be very mobile. You know her vines can't reach you from here, but her being so close, it's hard not to glance at her fat, heaving tits.
She gives a little grin, and you realize she's noticed you staring.
"I could be
so
much fun," she purrs, running her hands over her ample hips and up her slender waist. Her hands slide up to cup her breasts, and she squeezes them together, her every motion achingly languid, sensual, enticing. "Everyone has so much fun with me, sweet boy! Don't you want to see how
good
it can feel?"
Her voice is smoky and sweet in a way that makes your head crackle when you listen too closely. She's lifted her tits up almost to her chin, and you can't help but notice the obvious exertion it's taking to hold them up this long. They're so
heavy
. Squishing around her hands like plush pillows.
Your breaths are shallow, too unsteady to manage words without stuttering. You manage a simple head shake, then start to turn away.
With a smirk, Venus releases her grip.
Your body goes still as you watch her tits drop.
For one brief second, all awareness seems to be absorbed by those massive breasts. You feel lost in their gravity, your vision helplessly tracking their every motion.
They fall and bounce as though they're underwater. On the second bounce, they collide, squishing together, and you almost whimper.
You can't look away.
And you can tell Venus knows it.
Giggling, she cups her tits again, kneading the soft, yielding flesh, bouncing them slowly up and down for your paralyzed gaze. Her tits rise and fall and
squish
together, looking as soft as daydreams of clouds.
You barely register her coy smile.
"I thought so," the alraune coos.
"I... I'm not..."
"I've always wondered about you." Her whole body sways in serpentine figure-eights. Your gaze helplessly follows, tracing the movements of her jiggling tits like they have you... leashed... "What an adorable little weakness."
"I." You lick your lips. "H-have to go." Even to you, your voice sounds faint, weak, unresolved.
She laughs. "Of course, pet." Her tits squish together. Squish. Bounce. Jiggle. "But before you go, won't you just tell me your name?"
Her whole body sways back and forth, away and towards. When she sways away, you find yourself leaning closer, feet shuffling beneath you. When her tits sway towards you, your breath catches, your thoughts cloud over, and you forget how to form cogent words until she sways back again.
"M-My... name?"
"Mm-hm~" Her eyes narrow, but her sly smile widens. She's clearly enjoying your slurred, fumbling attempts at speech. "Why not? I've seen you on this road every month for the last two years, sweet boy, and yet you're so
shy
that I still don't even know your name!" Her voice sweetens to a dulcet coo. "Isn't that
so silly
?"
"I, um.... I guess?"
"You guess. But
I know.
" She half-moans the words, kneading her tits between her hands, and you can barely think about anything but how nicely her boobs squish, so squishy and... soft... "And I
know
you want to tell me."
"I... no, I d-don't know that's... if..." You're struggling to keep your words in the right order right now. Your whole center of gravity feels off-kilter. You can almost feel those boobs bouncing around you. Squishing around you. Squishing your brains between them. "... s-smart."
"Smart?" she asks sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes. She's still dancing. Her body sways closer. Closer. Your mind feels... bouncy... squishy... gooey... "You wanna be
smart
, pet~?"
Your mouth feels dry. Your head feels heavy.
Gravity feels off.
She dances to the left. Unthinkingly, you feel yourself leaning to follow her, matching your balance to hers. Trying to find your sense of gravity again.
She dances to the right. Her breasts swing slowly with her, and you... mirror the motions...
... swaying to the left...
... to the right...
... swaying away...
... swaying
closer...
closer...
A cacophony of squabbling birds erupts in the distance. The world snaps back into focus like the crack of a whip.
You register a predatory gleam in pretty red eyes.
You notice vine-flowers hanging down on either side of you and poised to strike.
And you suddenly realize you've stumbled so far forward you're about to lean right over the edge of the path.
You reel back, flailing to keep your balance, to dodge the serpentine vines as they lunge. You fall onto your back, dropping the firewood, your satchel, and your foraging bag of wild fruits and mushrooms.
You hear Venus's laughter positively rising to a cackle. You grab a few pieces of firewood under your arm, snatch up your satchel, and scramble to your feet.
You run.
Her laughter follows you all the way back to the village.
It is only after returning home that you realize you forgot the food.
* * *
Tonight, under thick tree cover and cloudy skies, the view of the forest road is nearly pitch-black. You can barely see your own feet in front of you.
You carefully hold your lantern low, aiming it to only shed its light upon the road. The quartzite eyes of its carved guardians glitter as the orange light passes over them. They line the path, guarding it from any monster that should try to lay hands on passing travelers. You should be comforted by them, but their pale driftwood forms and contorted snarls look ghostly and gruesome in the faint light.
You just have to keep your eyes on the path, you tell yourself. The bag should be right in the middle of the road. Easy to find. Don't look anywhere else, and keep the lantern light pointed down. It's going to be fine.
So why is your heart racing?
And why can't you stop thinking about...
You swallow. The mental image takes hold before you can stop it. You're thinking of her supple body... that gentle sway... those tits jiggling and
bouncing
as though gravity knew better than to trouble a goddess like her...
The light falls upon a large woven bag, bulging with foraged food, and you rush over and snatch it up. Relief trembles through you, and you take a deep, steadying breath that almost turns into a laugh. You knew it would all be fine. But you feel much better now, and you can't wait to get home and finally make dinner.
You close the lantern's shutters, dimming its light to barely a pinprick, and turn to leave.
"You know I can see in the dark, don't you, pet?"
Your gaze shoots up to meet two large magenta eyes. They hang in the darkness off the road, glowing in the faint moonlight.
A sense overtakes you like you're being stalked by a predator. Irrational fear takes hold a second too long, and you're already lifting the lantern back up to illuminate...
Venus.
Her skin seems to sparkle beneath the light of the lantern. There are more of those vine flowers around her now, just like the ones that covered her breasts before--but rather than making her more modest, they seem to serve only to highlight, to push her assets forward.
Tonight, with the giant blossom now fully in bloom, the alraune's entire decadent figure is on full display for you. And only you.
She gives you a sweet, knowing smile. "You just couldn't stay away, could you, pet~?"
She's closer to the path than before, but still out of reach. You have to remind yourself of that as she leans forward and shamelessly bounces her tits up and down.
"I... had to get my, um..."
"Get your
fix
?" she supplies with a voice like oozing syrup. "Aww, I
know
, pet. But you've such a good boy for realizing that and coming back here~"
"N-No! I..."
"
Such
a good boy," she moans, squeezing her breasts together, bouncing them a few times, then letting them...
"But coming back to me, it's just like gravity, isn't it? So easy to
fall
right back...
down
."
... drop.
Your mouth is dry. You're having trouble thinking straight. But you need to look away. Need to stop watching, need to turn away, to start walking...
"And your eyes... oh, they're drawn even more tightly," she coos, "aren't they? You just can't look away. It feels so good to stare at my big, bouncy tits, pet, so good to
imagine
..."
Colorful movements flicker on the edges of your vision. Something about that tickles a basic sense in you, a sense that you need to look at that, but...
But Venus is so beautiful. So flawless. Her curves swell and heave, the fluttering shadows around you framing your vision in gentle, curling spirals. You watch her lift her breasts. Watch her let them fall, squishing, bouncing together...
"There's a good boy," Venus purrs. "Just sink into them. Let
gravity
take hold. Aren't they just so pretty? So... intoxicating?"
You wish those colorful movements would stop appearing. They're distracting. You need to focus on looking away, on resisting Venus, on... escaping...
"You know you want to sink. Deeper and deeper."
She sways from side to side.
"You know you want to touch~"
She squishes her tits together. Jiggle, jiggle.
"To taste~"
You swear you can see little beads of moisture glistening in the moonlight...
No. Enough. You shake yourself, forcing your gaze to the ground. Enough. No more. You sling the bag over your shoulder and turn to run--
A pretty pink blossom dangles right in front of your face.
Two other flowers bob nearby from long, trailing vines, one on each side of your head. All blocking escape routes.
But the vines are still too high to reach you. Although they seem to strain, petals furling and unfurling, they're just out of reach. Relief fills you, and you lean to step around the nearest.
The blossom's petals shut.
Then they seem to undulate. Contract. Pulse--
"Going somewhere, pet~?" you hear Venus coo.
"Wh--"
The flower bursts open with a sound almost like a feminine gasp, and it puffs a cloud of thick, glittering pink fog directly into your face.
Cloying sweetness floods your lungs before you have time to even think.
You sputter and reel back, but the abrupt motion sends your head spinning. You feel the lantern slip from your fingers, vaguely notice its faint light winking out as it hits the ground.
You turn away from the flower, coughing violently and rubbing at your eyes. Your vision is swimming with pink.
It clears just in time for you to see the second flower contract,
pulsate,
