He’d left the gate open last week.

It was such a stupid, obvious mistake in hindsight. Jalan had been in such a hurry when he’d left for the trip, especially with the rainstorms closing in. He hadn’t been thinking about securing the backyard. It had just been for a week, and the forest had been so quiet lately. He’d been so worried about the roads getting closed.

He hadn’t been paying attention. But he’d left the gate open. Obviously.

Bright rose-gold eyes shone from the darkness of the damp winter twilight, curtained by thick lashes. Lewdly plump wine-red lips parted in a sweet, dazzling smile. Pink freckles dotted pale green skin, flushed a soft magenta by the desire shining in those glowing eyes. Little heart highlights seemed to sparkle amid dark pupils.

Her hair was a dark cedar-green, rolling down to her shoulders and curling up in elegant waves. What seemed to be lace was woven into it—looking closer, he could see it was strands of lichen and pale moss woven elegantly together. A pale indigo water lily was nestled into her hair at an angle, like a fascinator, a single bolt of brightness to complement her eyes.

She smiled down at him, lounging back within the parted petals of her enormous lotus-like flower. He couldn’t see below her shoulders from this angle, and he dared not move closer.

“Hi, sweetie.” She batted her eyelashes. “Oh, aren’t you just adorable!”

He swallowed, shifting from foot to foot.

She tilted her head cutely to one side. “You can call me Caera, for now, sweetie. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve put down roots here~?”

She gave a languid stretch. He felt his cheeks burning as he tried not to stare—aside from the petals obscuring his view, Caera obviously wasn’t wearing anything at all.

“I, um…” He licked his lips and made himself meet her gaze. “H-How’d you…”

“Get here?” she finished, giggling at his hesitation. “Hm, I don’t know! Maybe a faun planted me during the flooding. That was so nice of them, don’t you think? I mean…” She tossed her hair back. Misty puffs of golden pollen—or something like pollen—carried up into the breeze and wafted right towards him. “… it’s such a lovely home you have. Now we get to share it.”

He swallowed, nodding. Even from here, the sweet fragrance of her blossom was difficult to ignore. Her large rosy eyes were dazzling, and held his gaze tightly in their warmth.

“Right.” He laughed awkwardly. “Um, well, I just didn’t expect to have a new... neighbor.”

He tried to reassure himself. A newly-sprouted alraune wasn’t that dangerous. The spirit hadn’t fully coalesced yet, hadn’t fully harnessed the wildlife around her.

“Neighbor?” She half-smiled, dimpling one cheek. “Oh, but sweetiepie, we’re so close! Wouldn’t you say we’re more like…” Those dark lashes fluttered. “… roommates?”

He took in a deep breath, struggling to keep from squirming. Her vines wouldn’t be strong enough to lift someone up and drag them closer yet. Her pheromones wouldn’t be able to lure people in from miles off.

“H-Ha.” He smiled. “Well, um, since my bedroom is upstairs…” He gestured unthinkingly towards the window. “… and yours is down here, not so much roommates, right? Just… neighbors.”

She would still be weak right now. Manageable. The local witch could come by tomorrow and relocate her, and everything would be… would be…

He gulped, watching Caera lick her lips. Those plump, kissable lips. She was looking up towards his bedroom window, which directly overlooked her flower.

He swore that a glint of hunger had entered those eyes.

... fine. Everything would be fine.

As long as she didn’t get the chance to feed.

“That’s true,” she said, her smile turning sly. “As long as we don’t wind moving in together, anyways.”

His breath caught. He started blinking rapidly. “Wh... we—I’m not—”

Caera giggled down at him. “I’m only joking, silly boy! How could I possibly move into your room?”

“O-Oh.” His face burned. “Right. Yes.”

“But still…” She put a finger to those pretty lips. “We will be awfully... close, won’t we? And with such a nice view, and…”

She leaned forward slightly. Ever-so-slightly. He could see her generous cleavage now, could see how her big, fat tits jiggled against one another with every breath she took in.

She was still talking, but he wasn’t fully registering the words. She was just going on and on about how close they were, how nice a view he had, how easy it would be to look at her whenever he wanted.

Her breasts were decadent, intoxicating to even look at, with a visible dreamlike softness to every gentle motion. He couldn’t even make out more than a peek behind the petals, but he noticed more pink freckles dotted down her neck and between her breasts. They almost seemed to invite the eye to wander down, down between those round, ample...

“… which really just feels natural, for a good boy like you, doesn’t it?” Her words drifted back to him like a moon drifting gradually back into alignment. “So why not just let it? Why not just—”

“W-What?” He gave a start, looking back up at her eyes. “S-Sorry, um, what were you—”

“Awww, did someone drift off a little?” She giggled, shaking her head sadly. “Poor boy. I suppose that was an awful lot of words, huh?”

“I. Um.” He bit his lip. “Sorry, I just... I was listening, I just—”

“Shhh.” Her smile sweetened slightly, becoming less sly, more seemingly affectionate. “It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

He took in a deep breath, nodding unconsciously. “Right... I, um…”

His world wobbled a little. He found his eyes drifting down again. She’d leaned a little farther, and her breasts were almost in contact with the petals. Would they squish against the sides? Maybe... spill over?

He took in another deeper breath, trying to calm himself. Somehow, it just made him feel dizzier.

“I, um…” He licked his lips. “I was…”

“You were listening,” she cooed, her voice sweet and musical. Almost like a lullaby. He found himself nodding dreamily. “And focusing so well, too. Such a good boy!”

“G-Good... I, um…”

She swayed from side to side. He watched her tits bounce and wobble, and his own sense of gravity seemed to teeter with them, because he was swaying, too.

“Focusing so well,” she sang. “Such a smart boy! I can already see we’re going to make such wonderful neighbors.”

“W-Wonderful...?”

“That’s right!” She laughed, bouncing slightly in her excitement. Bouncing. Bouncing. “Good neighbors should pay their neighbors lots and lots of attention, right?”

“I…” He swallowed. Most neighbors weren’t as... dangerous as this one, but... he did need to keep an eye on her…

He watched her tits jiggle. For safety. To be sure she didn’t try anything, didn’t try to lure any weak-willed playthings into her clutches for… feeding.

And breeding.

And fucking. And kissing. And tender nursing, making them latch on and suckle at her nice, soft breasts while she stroked their hair and helped them pump in and out, in and out, in and…

“… so good to find someone who’s suuuch a good listener,” Caera was cooing. She was still talking. So many words. “So good at focusing. A lot of people have trouble keeping up, you know! They can’t keep up with all these hard words…” She gave that word a strange emphasis, he thought dumbly, watching her tits. “… or the way my body bounces, sways... so much motion, and so hard to focus, so hard to keep your breathing steady…”

He took a deep breath in, nodding weakly. It was hard. Of course it was. But he was… he was used to the dangers of the forest. He was in control. Some newly-sprouted alraune couldn’t possibly overwhelm him with just a little bouncing, and jiggling, and swaying…

He could keep an eye on her. He could focus.

“I’m... f-fine,” he mumbled. He was embarrassed by the quaver in his voice, the slurring to his words.

He heard her giggling, and briefly worried she didn’t believe him. He almost lifted his head to meet her eyes, to see if she was smirking at him, but... but then he might lose concentration, or lose his balance, even, and that was so... dangerous around even a weakened alraune...

“Of course you are, cutie,” she sang, pure belief ringing in her voice, and he relaxed slightly. He sank back down to watching her nice breasts bounce. “You’re such a good boy. I’m sure a smart boy like you can watch Mommy’s boobies bounce for hours and hours without getting entranced, without getting turned into into her precious, dummy, adorable little titslave, right?”

His cheeks heated up. Her tone was so condescending, so... “I—”

“Deep breath, baby~” Her hands appeared in his field of view, gently cupping her breasts. She lifted them up slightly, and he could see how heavy they were, how they jiggled and squished…

He realized he was panting. Staring. Obeying. He felt so... so...

“... hhhhaaard,” she cooed. “So hard to focus. But you’re doing soooo well for Mommy, aren’t you?”

“I.” He licked his lips. “I. W-Wait.”

“Deep breaths, baby.” She squished her tits together. Squish… squish… “Just breathe. Just watch. Good boy.”

He started to breathe in. It felt easier and easier to breathe in steadily, matching her motions, even though every other part of him felt so dizzy and dreamy and… deep…

He dimly registered how sweet the air had become. How thick her scent had gotten around him.

But... but he couldn’t do anything about that, could he? He had to focus all his attention on Caera. Focus on her words. Focus on her every motion. Focus on… on her nice, big, bouncing…

His eyes widened, and he tore his gaze away from her breasts to at last meet her gaze again.

Caera was smirking. “Something wrong, sweetiepie?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Pure innocence shone in those pretty rosy eyes.

“I.” He took a step back. “You’re…”

“Aw, it’s okay, baby! Just relax. Just sink.” Her smile widened as she leaned forward farther, pressing against the petals, bringing her breasts fully into view. Her nipples were encircled by dark green aerolae, visibly leaking sweet, creamy nectar. “Just breathe in deep for Mommy."

His knees shook. “No… no, I…”

Caera ignored him and just started bouncing her tits together, her smile widened. “Just focus for Mommy. Can you do that? Just focus on these nice bouncy-bouncy tits, okay, sweetie?”

Her tits jiggled and squished. Pink pollen was filling the air thicker with every bounce.

He panted, stumbling back, trying and failing to look away.

She released her breasts, letting them fall—but the petals caught them in the air, held them up right at eye level as they squished against the walls of the flower.

He watched her fingertips rise to those fulsome lips...

... and, with a smirk, she blew him a soft, wet kiss.

Pink mist flew straight towards him.

Without thinking, he breathed it in.

Jalan’s whole world swam. His cock throbbed. He watched her tits bounce and jiggle, listened to her sweet laughter…

“Goooood boy,” he heard her coo. “It feels soooo good to stare, doesn’t it?”

“N-No, I…” He breathed in deep, slowly swaying. “I, um…” He needed to control his breathing, but she smelled so nice and sweet... “S-Stop, I can’t…” His voice sounded small and weak. “... can’t…”

“Can’t think?” she supplied with pure sweetness in her voice, sweetness that seemed to trickle over his thoughts, submerge his worries, soothe him... “Can’t resist? Aw, I know, sweetie, Mommy’s just sooo hard to say no to, isn’t she~?”

She blew him another kiss. More pheromones fluttered around his head. He watched her tits bounce, and it was like the pink mist was forming a gentle spiral in the air, guiding his gaze towards them… deeper…

“Just imagine how good it would feel,” she whispered, “if you could get a closer look.” He felt delicate touches along his arms. Vines tugging at him weakly, encouraging him closer. “How good it would feel to slip…”

The petals tightened suddenly around her body, squeezing her like a tight dress to accentuate her perfect figure. His eyes traveled up and down her hourglass waist, her wide, ample hips…

“… inside~” she purred.

He moaned softly.

“Thrusting. Pumping. Filling.” Her words were like a chant. “Sliding iiin and out... iiiiin and out... such a good boy for Mommy…”

He was panting. The world was spinning. The vines wanted him to move closer. They were starting to encircle his wrist—individually so weak, but more and more kept looping around him as he stood in place, staring helplessly at Caera’s tits, cock throbbing, imagining thrusting in and out and in and out and in and in and...

All of a sudden, the breeze shifted its direction. Jalan took in another deep, unthinking breath, and fresh, clear, uncorrupted air flooded his lungs.

With a lurch, reality snapped back into place.

His eyes widened.

He jolted back, forcing his gaze away, and wrenched his arms out of the delicate tendrils’ grasp.

His head swam. He stared weakly up at Caera as she smiled sweetly, seeming quite unphased by this setback.

Then he turned and bolted for his back door.

The vines trailed after him, but there was nothing they could do. His feet pounded against marshy grass and nearly slipped from under him once or twice, but he managed to grab the doorknob, wrench the door open, and rush inside.

Even after the door had closed behind him, Jalan’s dizziness took a few minutes more to truly fade. He clutched at his head, panting for clean air.

Damn it. That had been too close. Much, much too close. The pheromones still filled his lungs. His head was still filled with... her. He could still see Caera in his mind’s eye, those fulsome lips curved upwards in that dazzling smile.

He licked his lips, sinking into a chair at the table. His hand slid down to his lap.

It felt so... easy to envision her beautiful form. Her pretty face. Her gleaming rosy eyes. His vision of the real world was still so hazy, but the vision of her in his head was crystal-clear.

He saw her wink at him, then squeeze her boobs between her arms… saw her jiggle, giggle, sway… he started to unbuckle his belt...

And yet as the pheromones drained from his lungs, the vision started to fade. The real world flowed back into clarity, and he blinked.

His hand snapped away. Fuck.

He’d have to call the witch first thing in the morning. If the alraune managed to lure him out there... to lure him into her flower, to lure him into sinking and thrusting and pumping and...

He tore his hand back to his side, swallowing, and rose from his seat. He needed to get his mind off her.

He turned towards the stairs. He needed to get to bed.

It was only as he entered his bedroom that he took in a single shallow breath and realized that the window must have been left open, too.

Because the pheromones in his bedroom were as thick as they’d been outside.

He could barely make out the swirling pink mist by the faint moonlight shining through the window. It was everywhere. The window had been wide-open, another stupid, unthinking mistake.

He stumbled over to the window, heart pounding, head spinning, and grasped the window in both hands.

“Oh, sweetie,” he heard her calling from outside. “Why don’t you come back down~?”

He tugged on the window, but it was jammed. Fuck. All the rain had rusted the hinges into place.

He strained, panting. The pollen was everywhere.

“Awww, c’mon, cutie~! Won’t you even look down to wave to your neighbor?"

He whimpered, shaking his head weakly. He couldn’t get it closed, and the more he struggled, the more he panted, the more drugged air he had to breathe in...

“Just look down, sweet boy,” echoed her dulcet coos. “Look down, down, down at Mommy~"

He shoved himself away from the window, holding his breath. But his lungs were already full of her scent all over again.

And an easterly wind was taking hold. The whole house was going to be full of these scents soon, even if he got the window closed.

He swallowed.

Okay. He just had to hold out one night. He could do this.

After a moment’s dizzied thought, he stumbled his way to the washroom and got a thick, wet cloth.

He covered his mouth and nose with it as he went through the house and doused the lamps. He could see the faint pink and gold pollen specks in the air now, drifting through the faint evening light. Dread filled his heart.

The dizziness did seem to be fading a little, at least. The cloth was working. He just had to hope it would be enough.

As he settled under the covers, he pressed his pillow around the back of his head and did his best to muffle the sounds of Caera’s chanting and coos.

Jalan left the cloth over his face as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Caera smiled sweetly as she listened to the boy’s breathing—so nervous and panicky earlier—gradually become nice and slow and even. She waited a moment, listening to him sleep.

“Poor thing!” She tutted, shaking her head dolefully. “You must be so tired~”

Her tendrils slowly climbed up the outer wall. She was still getting used to how weak and frail they felt, especially at range. But she didn’t need to do much.

“How could you possibly sleep soundly,” she sang to herself, “away from your Mommy?”

The tendrils crept through the open window—so sweet of her new neighbor to leave it ajar—and down across the floor.

She reached up and groped a breast idly, the arousal and hunger utterly intoxicating. She thought of the boy’s adorable dazed expression, the way his cock had throbbed at every bounce, every kiss...

The tendrils crept up the bed, and she licked her lips as she sensed them drawing near the boy’s body heat. So cozy and warm. She could keep him even warmer.

The vines crept over his body, slow and delicate. She sensed him shift slightly, and went still until he settled again.

“Mommy knows what you need, silly boy,” she cooed, as the vines slithered to his neck. “And you… need…”

Daintily, delicately, the vines took the cloth and peeled it away.

“… to breathe clearly, dummy~!”

The vines let the cloth drop.

As the vines retreated, Caera reached up to her lips and blew one last little kiss.

She watched the puff of pheromones ascending towards the open window. And she smirked.

* * *

In his dream, he was descending down an endless stretch of stairs.

The stairs burrowed deep into the earth. Ferns and flowers grew all around, immersing him in a sea of green, and the air was heavy and sweet.

And Mommy smiled before him and led him by the hand.

He dimly sensed that this was supposed to be wrong. He was supposed to... to want to stop this.

But his cock felt nice. It twitched and throbbed every time Mommy smiled at him.

“Such a good boy,” she cooed, stroking his hair, leading him deeper. “My good boy.”

“Mommy,” he panted, bucking in the air towards her. “I… please…”

Her hips swayed. “Don’t you love this nice little dream, silly boy? Don’t you wanna enjoy it?”

Dream. Of course. This was a dream. Such a nice dream. He moaned, squirming, stumbling forward towards her, staring at her soft, curvy thighs...

Her pace quickened, and he found himself walking faster, faster. He felt woozy. Balancing was getting so difficult.

“You’re going to be aaaall mine soon.” She grinned. “All Mommy’s! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

No.

“Yes,” he moaned. He wanted more. Such a nice dream. It felt so good to dream about Mommy. “Yes, yes—”

She smirked, and gave a tug, and he came spilling into her arms.

Her arms encircled him, and they landed in the lotus flower together, nectar sloshing all around them. Mommy giggled and shoved his face between her tits. “Breathe in niiice and deep, baby,” she cooed down at him.

He huffed happily, eagerly drugging himself, grinding against her thigh. Her tits bounced around his head, squished him in deeper, and his thoughts felt so nice and soft and useless...

Shlup. The petals started closing above their heads. Mommy smirked and wrapped her legs around him. “In,” she squealed. “In, in, in~!”

He thrust mindlessly, moaning, surrendering to the dream. Just a dream. Such a nice dream. Thrusting. Pumping. Obeying.

“Good boy,” he heard her hiss, as the petals closed fully to trap them in together. “My good boy. Teehee, you were so stubborn before~!”

Plap. Plap. He thrust in and out desperately, whimpering, drooling.

Her voice echoed all around as he sank into dumb, dreamy bliss. “And now you’re aaaaalll…”

* * *

“… mine.”

Her voice suddenly sounded different. Less intimate, farther away, and yet... clearer.

And with a lurch in his heart, he snapped awake.

He was outside. In his backyard. It was deep night, and only starlight illuminated the beguiling beauty before him.

He’d sleepwalked right out of his bed, right down the stairs, and straight back to Caera.

He stumbled back in a daze, still feeling half asleep. “Wh—What—”

“Awww, good boy~!” The alraune beamed. “I knew you’d wake up in time for the best part.”

“H-How—”

His heartrate quickened. The scents were everywhere, inescapable. His cock was throbbing. His clothes were gone—pulled away by the plantlife, or maybe by his own dream-addled fingers.

He stared up wide-eyed at the alraune as she gave him a knowing smile.

“You came right back to me,” she cooed. “I knew you loved me, sweetie.”

“N-No, I…” He shook his head slowly. “I’m…”

He couldn’t stop huffing her pheromones. They were everywhere, they filled his thoughts completely, sent incessant signals to his brain to send his libido into a frenzy. His cock twitched and throbbed and drooled like he’d been edging for hours. Everything was so sweet, so soft...

“Shhh.” She was fully visible now, her whole voluptuous naked body on total display.“Don’t get all silly again, sweetie.”

“I’m…” He fumbled for words, but everything felt babbly, even the words he knew sounded off, and he knew he was slurring horribly. “I wwon’t…”

“Good!” She smiled, her hands slowly caressing up and down her sides. “Because I know how silly you get... when you forget... to... focus.”

Focus.

She kept talking. He tried to listen. He tried to watch her eyes, her pretty, shimmering eyes, to study the facets of gold within the seas of pink, to study the pretty freckles dotting her cute button nose.

But his cock throbbed, leaked, and he stared down helplessly at her bouncing tits, her swinging ass. His mind felt so foggy and muffled, his thoughts goopy and molten. He squirmed, staring, lips parting as he watched her tits jiggle...

“That’s right, baby,” Caera cooed. “You’ve already lost, you see?”

“N... No…”

“And you need more of Mommy’s scent, don’t you~?”

The mist started to rise around him. Thick, pink mist. He breathed in helplessly, panting, drooling...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her plump lips curve upwards in a satisfied, triumphant grin.

“Come to Mommy.”

It was like being in a dream. Without even thinking about it, he was already taking a stumbling step forward, staring helplessly at her jiggling tits. His cock throbbed, pointing straight at its target.

“Gooood boy,” she cooed. “It’ll feel so good, won’t it?” Her hands groped over her hips, caressing her luscious curves, forcing his gaze to stay on her.

She was like a goddess. Her hips were a flawless heart-shape, with soft, curvy thighs that jiggled invitingly with every slow sway of her ass. She moved like liquid, perfectly graceful, perfectly in… control….

The vines tugged delicately at his arms, and he took another dreamy step forwards. He had to stop. Every step closer, the mist grew thicker. Every breath he took felt more and more... permanent. Like Caera was infiltrating his mind deeper and deeper by the minute, subverting him, activating every dumb, submissive breeding instinct in his body.

But trying to fight was as senseless as trying to fight gravity. He needed to move closer. Needed to breathe in. Needed to stare.

“It’s going to feel soooo good,” she moaned, “to thrust into Mommy~”

“N-No,” he whispered, but he stumbled forward. He bucked into the air, staring at her hips, staring at the nectar trickling down her thighs. “No, I... I, umm…”

She smiled wickedly. Her hands slid up and down those hips, showing off those sinful curves. She groped her ass, moaning lewdly, swaying in place. Swirling her hips.

Like she was reeling him in. Like his cock was on a leash, being drawn closer and closer...

His words melted away. He was drooling. Throbbing. He swayed forward, taking another helpless step, huffing in that intoxicating scent.

The petals descended to form a ramp as he set foot upon them. They were soft, and sticky with nectar, and the scent was everywhere, it was covering him. He stared at her slowly parting thighs as she swayed... swayed...

“You’re just Mommy’s dumb, obedient little breeding bull,” she cooed, “aren’t you?”

“I…” Twitch. Throb. He shook his head weakly, slowly foricng his head up to meet her eyes.

Her pretty, shimmering eyes.

He licked his lips. He could taste the pheromones now. “I... no, w-wait, I…”

“No?” She giggled. “But you want to fuck me soooo bad, don’t you?”

She squished her tits together, letting out a breathless sigh. “You wanna fuck, and fuck, and fuck? You want to give it all to Mommy, don’t you?”

He whimpered softly, staring. His knees trembled with the effort of keeping still.

“Just breathe in deep,” she purred. Her hand crept between her legs and started to stroke, and the scent seemed to get even thicker, smothering his will completely. “Such a silly boy. Don’t you see?”

“W-Wh…”

“Your cock controls you.” She smirked. “Poor thing. You’re just like aaaall boys when Mommy’s scent starts to get to them!”

“N-No…” Throb. Throb. Pure pleasure, unbearable need, she was so close, and she smelled so good...

“And boys want to be good for Mommy,” she sang, and her voice echoed all around him, a sultry lullaby that made everything in feel weak, “because Mommy makes their cocks... feel… so…”

“G-Guh…”

Her smile widened. “Hm?”

“G-G…” He squirmed. And bucked. And panted, eagerly breathing in these wonderful scents...

“Go on.” She licked those plump, enticing lips and pouted seductively. “Why don’t you say it for Mommy?”

“G-Goood…” he slurred. “F-Feel... good…”

“Oh?” She tilted her head innocently to her side. “What does, baby?”

“Mommy,” he moaned, trying to hold the words back but utterly lost to the need. “Mommy makes my cock f-feel so... g-good…”

She laughed at him, a laugh ringing with triumph.

“And does my good boy,” she crowed, her fingers delicately stroking around her womanhood, swirling, spiraling, drawing his eye... “… want something from Mommy?”

No. He couldn’t. He mustn’t. She—she was still weak, he could still escape, she could still be stopped before it was too late—

“P-Please,” he moaned, bucking insensibly. “Please, Mommy, please—”

The petals started to rumble beneath his feet, but all he could focus on was that smug smile, those kissable lips, those massive, soft tits, and her dripping, tight, inviting...

“Please what, sweet boy~?” Her eyes sparkled. Hearts danced in those eyes. “What do you need from Mommy?”

“N-Need…” He bucked. What little resistance remained thrashed and writhed within him like a snared animal. “Need to f—I need—nngh—”

“Aww, are words hard? Hmmm?” She bounced in place with a wicked smirk. “What is it, cutie? What does my dumb little titsbrained boytoy need from Mommy?”

“I—” No, he—he had to— “gh—please, I—I—”

And Mommy giggled.

“Let me help you, baby,” she cooed.

“Wh... what?”

Her eyes glowed. “Let me help you remember what all boys want from me~”

He stared dumbly.

The petal beneath him suddenly lurched, then shot up into the air, sending him tumbling forward. The flower around them started to close its petals as he fell right into Mommy’s arms.

And before he could even begin to process it, before he could even take in his first breath of Mommy’s close, personal, most intimate pheromones, the petals had closed around them, and he was trapped within with nothing to breathe but her.

He stared weakly up at Mommy, his heart pounding as his brain struggled to tick through what he’d just allowed to happen.

And in the darkness, lit only by the faint starlight shining through the petals, he saw Mommy’s eyes glowing with lust.

“That’s so much better,” she purred, “isn’t it?”

He blinked slowly, squirming, struggling to find any free thoughts left in a sea of molten honey.

“Now,” she whispered, as her legs slowly rose to lock around his, “what were you saying you wanted, baby?”

He breathed in deep, and her scent was all there was now. His cock throbbed eagerly against her thigh. Suddenly nothing else seemed as important. Fighting felt impossible. Irrational. Why... why had he been fighting again?

“You wanted something from Mommy.” Her sweet, musical voice echoed all around him, Utterly inescapable. “Boys should be honest with girls, sweetie.”

Boys should be honest. Honest with girls. That made sense. Mommy was so smart. Why… why wouldn’t he be honest?…

“A-Ahh…” He stared up at her, then ducked his head, blushing, unable to bear her gaze. He stared at her breasts instead. He was practically squished between them.

He was bucking against her soft thigh, panting, whimpering. She was so soft. So warm and soft and slick… soft.

Soft. Soft and warm.

Throb...

“Mommy,” he moaned softly.

He heard the grin in her voice. “Suckle, my sweet, weak, boy. Be good for Mommy."

He found her nipple guided to his lips, and as sweetness met his tongue...

Be good for Mommy.

He began to suckle.

Sweet, creamy nectar poured onto his tongue, and some sort of irresistible instinct took over. He found himself clinging desperately to Mommy and nursing eagerly. He whimpered at the wonderful taste, humped Mommy’s leg faster…

“Thaaat’s it,” he heard her moan softly. “Good boy. Goooood boy. Drink all of Mommy’s nectar, okay, sweetie?” She grinded against him. “Get addicted for Mommy. No more fighting. No more escaping. You’re all Mommy’s now, aren’t you~?”

“Mmmf~!” he moaned, suckling devotedly. He was hers. Hers, hers, hers. Who else could he ever belong to but her?

Her soft laughter echoed all around him, a wonderful lullaby he could no longer ever hope to escape. She lowered down to whisper right into his ear as her hips slowly slid back, bringing his cock into alignment...

“Then,” she cooed, “thrust.”

He panted, drooled, suckled, moaned, trembling, on the verge of submitting completely, and then...

She kissed him on the cheek, right under his ear. “Make Mommy a Mommy,” she cooed.

And he obeyed.

He bucked.

His cock slid inside her as if it was here that he’d always belonged, here, thrusting inside the alraune’s hot, tight pussy and covering his cock with her sweet, tingling nectar. Her thighs clenched, and unspeakable pleasure took his mind in a vice grip.

And squeezed. Everything in his mind went weak as his cock was captured, taken, owned. Her inner walls started to contract rhythmically.

He heard her moan with delight.

Brainlessly, helplessly, he started to buck to match her rhythm. To thrust. In and out, in and out, just like Mommy had said, and it felt so good, just like Mommy had said…

The inner walls of her cunt took his cock like a silken glove and seemed to deliberately stroke and pump, as dextrous and skilled as a milkmaid’s fingers. He suckled and squealed and bucked faster.

“That’s—that’s right,” Mommy gasped, stroking his hair. “Suuuch a good boy. In, in, in~!”

“M-Mmmommyyy!” he moaned.

“Thrust. Buck. Do what good boys do best!” The flower contracted rhythmically, guiding his thrusts, guiding him into a rhythm he couldn’t control. “Give me everything! My p-precious little breeding pet~!”

She gave her breast a squeeze, and his mind dribbled down betwene his legs as even more nectar-milk flowed into his mouth. Everything was sweet. Everything was her. Everything made him hard, made his cock throb, made him need to obey, to fuck, to breed—

“O-Oh,” he heard her pant, “you’re going to feed me everything I need, my sweet boy, aren’t you? You’re g-going to be Mommy’s perfect little plaything~?”

Yes, yes, yes. Mommy knew best. He could barely remember a time he’d wanted anything else. Hadn’t he always wanted to be hers? Who wouldn’t want that?

“You’re g-gonna—” The petals sped up, wielding his whole body, pumping him in and out, in and out— “Gonna breed Mommy, again and again and again—h-help me grow big and strong—”

Help Mommy get bigger. Stronger. More able to control him, to own him, to help him fuck her, breed her, obey her—

“G-Gonna help Mommy find s-so many more sweet girls and boys,” she moaned, gyrating her hips needily, “h-help me spread my influence all around the town, plant even more s-seeds—”

“M-Mommy~!” he whined around her nipple, nodding helplessly, lust-drunk, drugged, addicted, broken—

Her pussy walls contracted, squeezing, milking, bringing him closer, closer—

“You’ll tell me everything I need to know,” she purred, her fingers tightening in his hair, “to make these lovely lands mine~”

“Y-Yours! Yours, Mommy!”

“Cum for Mommy, boytoy~"

She pulled him all the way in, all the way to the hilt, her thighs clenched around him, and—

—and—

Climax took him. His cries of pure, conquered pleasure were muffled as she started cumming, too, and shoved him deeper into her tits. Wet, slippery, molten joy spread through him as his cock throbbed and pulsed and spurted all that was left of his will into her hungry, waiting womb.

Ecstasy poured over his brain, and his brain drowned. His brain suffocated. His brain broke.

That was okay. He didn’t need it anymore. His cock would think for him now.

Mommy would think for him now.

All that mattered was pleasure, lust, obedience, breeding. Giving Mommy everything, and then even more. He panted and gasped and drank, filling himself with as much of her essence as possible, because the more nectar he drank, the more pheromones he huffed, the more he was hers, the better he could serve, and he needed to serve, to obey, to—

A second orgasm took him.

Then a third.

Then a fourth. He was a drooling, mewling, molten wreck, clinging to Mommy for dear life.

At first, her grip had been weak, desperate, as the pleasure of feeding seemed to have overcome even her.

But by the fifth climax, by the fifth time his body surrendered to Mommy’s bliss... her grip was firm. Controlled.

Mommy tasted different. Smelled different. Even sweeter. Even thicker. Even… headier.

He breathed in deep, and a dumb, blissful smile spread across his face as he stared up adoringly at his Mommy.

Now she truly was a goddess to him, and she looked the part.

She smiled down at him smugly, stroking his hair.

“There’s my good boy,” she cooed triumphantly. He babbled and nodded happily, nuzzling her hand. “All empty of thought… and all full of Me.”

“Mm-hm!” he burbled around her nipple, suckling happily.

“You’re mine forever now, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm!”

“My loyal little pet~”

He nodded happily.

“All you have to do now,” she murmured, “is drink, and breed, and obey. Forever. Doesn’t that sound sooooo nice, sweetiepie?”

He beamed and nodded, eagerly gulping her nectar down.

His cock was already starting to tingle again.

He couldn’t wait to feed Mommy some more~

THE END