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All Characters are 18 years or older.
This is a complete overhaul and heavy rewrite of a story I released about a month ago here:
https://literotica.com/s/the-vine-mother
. In fact, the story will be so different that it may be pointless to give it the same title. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I look forward to releasing more in the future.
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The Vine Mother: Chapter 1
It was blazing hot outside. It had to be one of the hottest summers in a while, but honestly, I thought that same thing every time summer rolled around... I had been out for hours, exploring the nearby forest, searching for a few accenting berries for tonight's dinner. Unfortunately, I had picked the area close to my cabin clean. With the sun in the sky, I knew my bearings; the river was just south, and from there, I just followed it to the village.
"Ehhh, exploring a little further won't hurt anybody," I said aloud.
Half an hour later, I thought I had found a promising berry bush but was quickly disappointed as the putrid smell immediately told me of its poisonous nature. So, I continued walking farther from home than I have been in years (further than ever if you took out the well-used paths). My stomach growled, and I decided that it was time for lunch.
When I found a small clearing with the sun peeping through, I set my bag on the forest floor and started digging through it. The light brown paper sack crinkled as I pulled out some homemade bread and cheese. I leaned against a nearby tree and started to eat when I felt a gentle stinging on my arm.
"AHh!" I yelped, scrambled up, and nervously looked around, searching for some sort of venom-using predator. Instead, my eyes met a very unusual specimen. Now, I had come across my fair share of strange and exotic foliage, some useful, some deadly. But none of them had caught my eye as much as the one I found at the edge of that small clearing.
I just couldn't take my eyes off it. It was different from anything I'd ever seen before, well, maybe it was close to a sort of upside-down jellyfish. The red tendrils were long and thin, stretching into the air, obviously intending to lure smaller insects toward its center. It almost seemed to glow a crimson from within. I was mesmerized by how it moved, and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I wanted to touch it, to feel its coiling lengths against my hand, to explore its strange beauty.
I stepped closer, and as I did, I noticed that the plant seemed to be responding to my presence, its coils slowly attempted to grasp my fingers as my hand got closer. I touched it for but a moment when the same stinging sensation as earlier broke my trance, and I yanked my hand back in pain. My palm was still pulsing from the sting, but I think I could manage it with a little... alchemical assistance.
No one in the village had ever really been interested in me, so I grew up making do with the local plant life. During this time, I picked up a few tricks. I learned that, when masticated and boiled in mead, salmaci root made for a great "experience enhancer" with the added benefit of being an intense pain reliever.
Now that I was an adult, I still had the habit of coming out to the woods from time to time and enjoying myself amongst nature. And I
always
carried some distilled salmaci root with me. You never knew when you were gonna need it, right? Looking at the tendrils protruding from the unknown plant, I smiled and blushed as I imagined what they might feel like.
As I contemplated using the special vial tucked into my lunch bag, I remembered the village elder's words when he first sent me into the forest for kindling. I walked over and grabbed the vial, its purple liquid shimmering in the daylight. "The one who remains in their comfort zone is one who lives life unsatisfied," I murmured as I threw my head back and downed the contents.
A familiar, intense heat emanated from my chest, and I knew that it was time to find out what this little shrub was capable of. Its tendrils slowly wrapped around my wrists as I reached out to touch it. Instead of pain, a pleasant tingling made its way up my body, and the hair along the back of my neck stood on end. I shivered and thought, "This one is going to be
goood
."
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I let the coils take me, and soon, I was lying on the ground, with the plant's long appendages swaddling my body and slowly wrapping their way under my dress toward my nether regions. I lay there momentarily, thinking about my last few experiences and how they compared to this one. It was definitely more intense. As I thought, the writhing appendages began to move lower and lower until they were inside my shorts.
The heat intensified, and I could feel my skin reddening in response. I felt like I was almost being cuddled as the vegetation pleasured me, whether it meant to or not. The coils of the plant were quite a bit longer than they were a few moments ago... Perhaps it stores its unnecessary length underneath? It would have been a cause for concern if a surge of pleasure hadn't erased the idea of caution as quickly as it was brought up.
They wrapped their way around my clit through my undies, gently caressing the sensitive spot with every movement. My moans became louder, and my hips started to buck with the sensations. With my fingers, I could only inspire such reactions in one of a few places on my body at a time. These things were exciting all of me simultaneously. I squirmed and wriggled, flexing my thighs red as the plant continued to explore me.
They pinched my nipples, pulling and twisting, causing me to squirm with mirth. My hands were trapped beneath me, and I could not stop myself from grinding against them as my muscles convulsed. Then, I felt my shorts begin to tighten as the tendrils began to bulge the fabric down there.
The coils seemed to be trying to...
get inside me
from down low. I used what little mobility I had to crunch up a bit and unbutton my shorts for a look inside. It was almost like they were forming the head of a penis without a solid shaft. I imagined the sensation would be similar to one of the cocks I had never experienced, but I tried to push away the mental image the pseudo-cock was giving me.
My panties loosened, and the tendrils pressured at my dampened entrance as they began rubbing against my folds. I
snapped
my legs shut and debated pulling away altogether. The raw sensation directly against my skin was so much more intense, thanks in part to my special tonic from earlier. Plus, part of me still hoped I would have my virginity taken after marriage... The other part thought that was so rare these days that it wouldn't be appreciated, and I was tempted to "loosen up" like the other girls. Besides, the stems of this seedling were deceptively strong, so it wouldn't have been easy to escape anyway-
"AhH, fuck!"