The Vine Mother

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

This is the second chapter of a short series I am writing. You can read Chapter 1 here:

https://literotica.com/s/the-vine-mother-ch-01

. This is primarily a giantess story, but tags include: first person POV, female protagonist, lesbian, interspecies (both humanoid), plant woman, foreplay, nipple play, cunnilingus, tentacles (vines), lactation, paralysis, dubious consent (no denial), and mutual attraction.

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The Vine Mother: Chapter 2 - The Secret Taste of Ivy

I woke up in a daze, momentarily confused about where I was. There was a faint white glow coming from somewhere above my head.

The moon!?

How much time had passed? I went to wail but could barely open my mouth, let alone force a sound out.

I was panicking now. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I could blink, but that didn't help clear up my blurred vision. I quickly became very aware that I was totally naked despite never fully undressing for the tendrils before. I panicked harder, realizing I couldn't remember exactly what had happened. I just settled down for a meal and then went to have a little experiment with a new plant I had just found...

There was a rustling amongst the branches of the nearby underbrush. My heart raced faster, and my breathing grew heavier; at least the ability to do that wasn't taken from me. I tried to turn my head to see if anyone was nearby, but I couldn't even raise my neck. The rustling grew louder, but I didn't notice any distinct footsteps. Fear flooded my mind, and I felt myself crying, drops of moisture starting to run down my face.

Just then, a green vine from my right reached toward my face, I winced with all the facial muscles that could still clench, preparing for a strike, but the vine instead wiped the tears from beneath my eyes. A shape came into my field of vision, and soon, I was face to face with a...

woman?

My fear faltered for a moment as it warred with awestruck confusion.

She was beautiful. Her skin was a deep green, clearly not made of flesh and blood like mine. Her

hair,

if that was the right word, of lush ivy flowed in a delicate wave until it touched the ground, gently dragging against the dirt as she moved. She wore a sort of 'clothing' consisting of only a long, unkempt dress made entirely of leaves that covered a set of staggering breasts. Lower on her body were a set of great hips thicker than the trunks of any tree in the forest. Her legs, on the other hand... weren't there. Instead, a mass of green vines writhed aimlessly as if independent from the grace that made up the rest of her body. It took a moment for the perspective to sink in, but she was huge! I couldn't wrap my arms around her if I tried.

"What... who are you?" I whispered timidly.

The woman smiled but didn't speak.

"Can you not understand me?

Who are you?"

I asked with a hint of unintended aggression.

Her face changed to a more concerned, almost maternal expression as she tilted her head.

"I take that as a no..." I said awkwardly as my face heated up with a blush.

Her countenance shifted back to a smile, and she giggled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Her vines stretched forth and began to wrap around me. My eyes widened as I felt myself being pulled into the air. Finally, I realized the tendrils from the plant before were being pulled out of me as I moved away from the ground. The intense flutter of pleasure from just that shattered every coherent thought of escape or prudence.

I feared for a moment that she might use her size and apparent power to punish me for encroaching on her territory and possibly befouling her young, but she just caressed me. The feeling of being lifted with such tender care was utterly disarming, I could feel the raw strength behind the vines supporting me.

I knew the ground below me was quickly getting further and further away, but as I tried to look down, I watched in bewilderment as the vines engulfed my vision, forming a sort of small shelter in which all I could see was the plant woman's shoulders, chest, and face. Her eyes were almost entirely black, speckled like the starry sky up above, with a sort of deep, sun-yellow pupil as big as a tea plate. She looked me up and down before resting on mine; they were captivating and utterly inhuman.

I felt a strange peace pass over me. I knew that, logically, I should probably be scared, but the emotion was simply absent from my mind. There was nothing else but the two of us existing within the deep green vine cocoon she had made for us. I stared into those mesmerizing yellow eyes as she brought me closer to her face. Her lips pursed, and she kissed my forehead, then moved me down and kissed me on the cheek, and eventually-

I opened my mouth, almost to protest, but instead, I closed my eyes and let her continue. As our mouths met, I could feel the fullness of her lips, but the taste was even better, like summer berries. Without commanding it to, my tongue eagerly explored the soft inner flesh of hers. She seemed to let out a sigh of satisfaction, and I noticed some unrealized tension fade as her shoulders relaxed.

Her saliva choked my mouth and I couldn't help but swallow to keep from coughing. I felt a sanguine rush between my thighs. A warmth surged through me that seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere at once. She slowly set me on the floor of the grass-like confine she had made.

Some of the fog began to clear from my mind, and I could feel a semblance of strength returning to my fingers. Was she giving me some sort of antidote? If so...

why?

What did this whole wordless interaction even mean?

My curiosity was quickly overtaken by another sensation, one much stronger than anything before. The feeling forced its way through my reason and self-preservation as I propped myself up, testing my strength. I needed to

serve

her. The feeling was resolute and demanded action. I could only describe this woman as a magnificent giantess worthy of my total devotion.

The plant woman smiled with a slight hint of something in her eyes I wasn't sure of. Could it be... lust?

For me?

I'd never been the object of desire in an amorous situation such as this. Though it was, in a word,

primordial,

there was a mutual attraction between us!

The vine cocoon parted like a curtain call, allowing her to bring her arms inside. She motioned, beckoning me to come closer. I took a hesitant step forth, unsure of what to do. I couldn't help but wonder if I should go along with whatever she wanted, but I didn't want to somehow tarnish the situation. So, I sat there on the floor, stupefied, as her hands approached me.

Her fingers came up to me, easily as big as my legs but so gentle as they lifted me up so much more fondly than the rough vines before. Her knuckles were made of a hard bark, but the skin of her palms was a soft, mossy green. She brought me to the dubious shelf made by her bosom and set me down on the springy plant matter. Unlike her hand, this skin was more like my own; smooth and sheen, only... each of

her

breasts had to weigh half a ton.

She gently stroked my head with a massive finger, and I instinctively leaned forward and returned her embrace as best as I could. Her size meant that I couldn't return her the same comforting experience she was giving me, but I could try something else. I gently scooted myself to the edge of her massive tits and tested the tightness of her leafy raiment.

I could fit in there...

I met her confused face with a lecherous grin of my own as I swiftly dove headfirst between her quasi-clothing and her breast. Her boobs were a tame chartreuse color, much lighter than the rest of her body, almost like she had tan lines of some sort. I waited for a moment for any resistance, but when none came, I squirmed my way to her nipples. They were so firm, noble, and yet oh so sensitive.

If I stretched my arms wide, I could fondle both nipples at the same time, so I began to knead at each of them with my palms like I was massaging someone's back. I could feel some kind of vein throbbing within their delicate membranes as they got harder as I pinched and rolled them with my fingertips. The plant woman responded by moaning softly, and the quake of her voice vibrated my whole body.

"That was the first time I heard your voice!"

I mumbled into her cleavage. I knew she probably didn't understand my words, but hopefully, my happiness made it past the language barrier. Causing someone else to express their pleasure so vocally in response to my actions was its own reward. I continued with the foreplay for a few more minutes, enjoying every moment of her gasps and quivers of delight.

It felt like a heated cuddle that could last an hour. Her body was so warm, and her heartbeat thundering, gradually quickening just below the surface of her skin. I honestly didn't expect her to have a heart; maybe our physiology was more alike than I knew; I could feel every bit of her muscle and tendons. It was immersing in the best possible way.

My hands were beginning to ache, so I decided to get a bit more creative with my play. I lifted myself up and wriggled my way to focus on one of her nipples. Her breasts were so large and bountiful that it was difficult for me to alternate between them, but I managed. When I was face to face with a singular areola, I realized it was almost too big to fit in my mouth...

almost

. I wrapped my mouth around one of her erect green tips, and she let out a low moan of approval. I used my tongue to tease and massage it while I ran my fingers around its base, then sank my teeth into the nipple I had just tantalized.

The moment I did, the plants around me convulsed for a moment, letting in streaks of moonlight. I used my teeth to lightly drag it across my tongue before sucking it into my mouth with a surprising amount of suction while relishing the shock that shot through her body. I was getting a good rhythm going, and her moans were becoming more frequent, almost like she was in a trance of her own. Now, she was letting out these adorable little squeaks, accenting my bites. She sounded almost as sensitive as I was.

I don't imagine there are many situations in that a plant would undress, so that made sense. I couldn't see her face from here, but I could feel every tiny movement of her body as she breathed. I was able to make a game of it. I switched to the other nipple and alternated between biting and licking. I could feel the liquid heat of her 'blood' as it rushed through her. I sucked one into my mouth, using my tongue to trace its bumpy surface.

I felt a wetness trickle from her breast and run down my chin. At first, I panicked about whether or not it was

blood

. Her skin felt a bit thin, but I didn't think I was using that much force. But as I pulled back, I saw an amber, syrup-like liquid oozing from her nip that was now coating my tongue. Then, the sensation hit me. I was already sweaty with the physical exertion, but the raw lust rushing through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced and filled me with renewed verve.

My teeth sunk deeper into her breast, filling my mouth with the honey milk. But, soon, the fabric loosened, and light streaming through the vine canopy hit my face. I looked up, and I saw her eyes wide open in surprise. The plant woman's lips were parted as she panted, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Her boobs and I were bared to our private grove in the woods, and her heart was pounding faster while her body trembled. The plant woman's moans were becoming increasingly desperate. I could hear her voice cracking with excitement.

"Do you like it?" I asked, my voice dripping with atypical confidence, "You like having your nipples played with, don't you?"

As if in answer, she briskly pushed my face back into her tit. I lapped at her nipple again, running my tongue around its whole silky surface, gently biting down. Her panting was accompanied by short bursts of incoherent blubbing. It was a sound of pure, intense bliss, and I wanted to fully realize it for her.

Her breathing became erratic, and her moans turned into high-pitched dins. I was surprised she didn't seem used to enjoying herself this much, I didn't know if it was her first orgasm or not, but with such a visceral reaction, it must have been rare. Her vines were no longer in the shape of any sort of structure, they were flailing wildly. I saw one strike a small tree,

shattering it.

The plant woman was losing control of herself. I knew what was coming, and I was ready. She pushed my head deeper as her climax peaked, and a shiver seemed to reverb through the earth itself as she let out a long, deep moan. Her breasts heaved as she held me in place, and I could feel the vibrations of her heartbeat through my whole body. My own body was shaking with anticipation, and I could feel the liquid heat of her milk pooling in my stomach.

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Note #2: This one may have felt a bit short, but it will continue very soon with Chapter 3. Both two and three were initially part of this single chapter, but the tags for the two halves were so different that I deemed it prudent to split the story in two. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it!

If you have any criticism, I would love to hear it

:)

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