“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,

“aah~”

Another girlish sigh. Another puff of pretty pink fog to surround your head in sparkling sugar. You’re nearly choking on the sweetness invading your lungs, and at the same time, you feel... weightless, like the whole world is twirling around you too fast to keep track of anything at all.

You force yourself fully upright and turn just in time to see—

“aah~”

Pure, foggy pink erupts around you from the third flower.

You find yourself breathing in deep.

You’re swaying. It's so unbearably sweet, but underneath the sweetness there's... a kick to it, a musk, a thick, fluffy heaviness.

“Awww. It looks like someone's enjoying my sweetheart blossoms~”

You whimper, trying to back away from the vines. The flowers advance, as if they know they have you cornered. Your back is at the edge of the path. They release more puffs of mist, and more sweet, soft feminine sighs fill your ears as pheromones fill your lungs.

The only way left to run is...

“Oh, poor little boy. Is my little cutie getting lost in the fog?”

You sputter, searching for a retort, searching for any words at all. Puff. Puff. Puff. You keep trying to hold your breath, but your head is spinning so badly, and you keep thinking you're holding it only to notice more of that heavy sweetness continuing to fill your lungs, crowding out the thoughts you so badly need to help you remember to hold your breath...

You hear Venus tutting in sympathy. You watch the flowers twirl and spin, the vines creeping closer, able to reach down closer and closer with how close to the edge of the path you’re getting… there are so many…

As they’re about to unleash more puffs of perfume, you steel yourself and wrench your gaze back, turning directly away from them.

And directly towards Venus just as she lifts her tits up toward the heavens.

“Maybe you’d better come over here,” she coos, “and let Mommy keep you safe from now on~”

She lets her tits drop.

Your world swims.

Pink mist whorls around you, thick, heavy, sweet, and suddenly it feels...

... so easy to breathe in without even thinking...

... so simple to watch her bounce her breasts, jiggle her tits, sway her whole body, and it's like the whole world is spiraling around her...

“Good boy.” She gives a predatory smile, lashes fluttering. “Be a good pet, now~”

You whimper, fighting to clear your head, but more pink mist keeps filling in the empty spaces. Your cock is bulging, twitching under your pants. The fog, the pheromones, they’re creating a smothering heat in your chest...

“Just fall. Deeper. Deeper. That's it.” Her sultry voice encircles you, intoxicating, irresistible... you can't resist her... “Just watch Mommy's boobies squish together, pet. You like that, don't you? When Mommy's big, fat tits just squish-squish-squiiish your brains away?”

Puff. Puff. The sweetheart blossoms' breathy sighs are all around you, like soft blown kisses, and there’s so much delicious perfume to cloud your lungs...

“Tits go squish.”

Squish.

“Brains go squish~”

Squish. Bounce. Jiggle. Her whole body is decadent and perfect, she’s a living wet dream, and you can’t wake up, can't look away, as your whole world… just...

... spirals...

... swirls...

... pulls you... in... deep...

That feeling of vertigo is suddenly matched with a sense of ponderous weight, and you realize, with a lurch, that you've taken a single full step right off the path.

“Good pet.”

Her eyes glow in the darkness. She slowly lifts another one of those sweetheart blossoms to her lips and plants a delicate kiss on the petals.

A chill passes through you. Suddenly frantic, you try to scramble away, to wrench yourself out of her inexorable gravity.

Too late.

Before you even realize what's happening, the vine lunges. It loops around your neck in an instant, coiling around in a loop to form a weighty collar. The head of the flower rises up, bobbing like a serpent just inches from your wide, panicky eyes and—

“Don’t,” you whimper.

“aahh~”

*puff*

And your world is flooded with thick cotton candy mist.

You nearly collapse as a direct dose fills your lungs. Everything feels... spinny. Airy. Light. Everything except for Venus's tits, bouncing with a slow, rhythmic inevitability, blurry and yet impossible to miss through the thick pink mist.

Everything except your dumb, hard, throbbing cock.

“Do you even remember where you were going?” Venus coos. “Why you’re here? Oh, sweetheart, you look so confused. So lost. Don’t you see you'll be much safer with me~?”

No, you try to whisper, but the vine-collar keeps tugging at you, disrupting any sounds you try to form. You do remember. Don't you? You struggle to recall, only half-registering that you're still taking steps forward...

... that the flower vine-collar is leading you along like a dog on a leash, walking you...

*puff*

... straight... towards...

*puff*

... towards...

*puff*

... your cock won't stop throbbing...

*puff*

... she looks so pretty through the mist...

“Do you even remember why you were fighting?” Venus purrs, smiling down at you.

Her voice is so beautiful to listen to, intense in a way that makes your head swim. It’s like a drug, like sweet venom sinking deep into your mind. You sputter, vaguely trying to answer, but... but words feel so hard... you were fighting for a reason, she's, she's dangerous, she's...

... and her boobs keep bouncing, steady, languid squeezes and rises and falls, and the scents seem to only grow thicker and thicker the closer you get…

… fuck, you can’t remember… why can’t you remember?...

Her smile widens. Even her smile gets your heart pounding. “I mean, goodness, darling, do you even remember your name~?”

You blink blearily. It takes a moment for the words to register.

Yes.

Yes! You do! You know that! You open your mouth to answer, feeling a thrill of hope that at least you can prove her wrong about this much.

Then you notice that the flower has suddenly stopped puffing pheromones at you. It just hangs there, waiting. It’s almost as if it doesn’t want to interrupt.

That’s strange, you reflect. You hesitate, mouth still open, blinking up at the bobbing sweetheart blossom, then at Venus’s intent, glittering gaze. Why does she seem so excited for you to… to tell her your...

Your eyes widen, and you clamp your mouth shut. You weren’t going to tell her that! She doesn’t need to know anything more about you. You shake your head fiercely.

Venus only giggles. The little shake of her head could almost be out of pity.

You realize you’re suddenly very close to her.

The alraune reaches up and takes the other end of the vine-leash. She smiles sweetly.

Then yanks you in close. You squeak, eliciting a smirk from her. She slides her hand down the length of the vine until it's flush with your neck, tightening the collar in the process..

The dizziness gets worse. Much worse. Your head is spinning. Your knees quake.

”Just tell me your name, sweetie,” she coos.

“Nn—” You can’t breathe right. Your knees quake.

“Go on, darling.” She beams and pinches your cheek. “Be my good little boy~”

*puff*

No. No, you can't...

*puff*

You shouldn't...

Her hand feels so soft cradling your chin. Her tits look so big and inviting, jiggling above your head as she leans down towards you…

*puff*

“Give it up for Mommy.”

Your head swims in pretty pink mist. Venus shimmers through the clouds like a vision from heaven.

“C-Connor,” you whisper.

The name slips out without a thought. You don’t have enough thoughts left to stop it.

And Venus smirks. “Good boy~!”

You sag with shame and relief.

She strokes your hair, eyes sparkling. “But that's wrong.”

Wrong. You look back at her, stunned, bewildered.

“Such a silly boy.” Venus pats you on the head and giggles. “Did you forget? Your name is Pet!”

The collar’s grip relaxes slightly, allowing air to flood into your lungs. Humiliation floods into your heart at the same time. “N-No,” you stammer, trying to think of an argument, but you're still so short of breath, “th-that’s—”

Venus plants a long, wet kiss on your forehead and smiles sweetly down at you, cupping your cheek. “What's the matter,” she coos, “Pet?”

“I-I’m n-not—”

But her fingers just keep running through your hair. The feel of her lipstick lingers on your skin. She has such pretty, glistening lips, and all you can breathe...

“ahh~”

*puff*

“aahh~”

*puff*

... is her...

“I...” Words feel weak and ethereal on your tongue. “I don't...”

“Shh~” Venus pets you on the head and guides you close again, her lips smacking wetly against just where your neck meets your jawline, a long, sticky, lewd kiss that leaves your skin tingling. “Be good for Mommy, Pet~”

The sweetheart blossoms are everywhere, puffing more and more pheromones around you two, surrounding you in a halo of lusty mist. The little sighs almost sound like mocking coos. They're down below, meddling with your belt buckle...

“Such a good Pet for Mommy~” she whispers in your ear, kissing you indulgently on the cheek. Your attempts at words are little more than babble. “You love how Mommy takes care of you~” You can feel the marks lingering on your skin, feel your belt being tugged away, your trousers being pulled down... “Just tell Mommy your real name~”

You buck against air, moaning. You struggle to keep your grip on reality, but her version of reality feels so much better, and her kisses feel so...

“What's your name?” Venus purrs, trailing kisses down your neck.

“I... i-it's...” As her lips smack stickily against your throat, you feel your breath tighten in a way that has nothing to do with the collar. Your voice breaks into a whimper.

“Tell me your name,” Venus murmurs, her voice like silk. She kisses you on the cheek. “Be good, now.”

“C-Con...”

“It's gonna feel so good when you tell me your name, Pet.” Venus's kisses trail closer and closer to your lips. You know that’s dangerous, but her pretty eyes hold you captive. You feel your shirt buttons being undone, feel your hips bucking, your mind writhing in bliss...

You pull all your will into one concentrated solid point and force your lips to obey. “It's... c... Conno—“

The alraune puts a finger to your lips and shakes her head with a deeply condescending smile.

You freeze like a faun in the wisplights.

Her finger slides between your lips, ever-so-slightly, parting them for you.

Then she leans in and claims them in a deep, passionate kiss.

Pure pleasure pours into you as her tongue slips inside, as her lips smack wetly, stickily against yours. The kiss is sweet, gentle, and utterly conquering. The sweetness is everywhere. The sweetness is all you can taste.

Without thinking, you've already started to return the kiss.

You can't make yourself stop. It feels too good, too perfect, too... natural. Primitive instinct has taken over. The pheromones being pumped into your body are taking effect, and it just feels so easy to give in, to surrender.

Venus moans into you, fingers entwining in your hair and pulling you in closer. You whimper and moan and buck, letting your mouth be invaded, letting your tongue be toyed with, letting her suck on your upper lip and slide her long, dexterous tongue practically down your throat. You feel her sugary nectar flooding every inch of your mind. You don't have enough oxygen to think clearly, but the pleasure makes up the difference, reassures you oxygen doesn’t matter anymore.

You realize, dazed, stupid, pleasure-drugged, that you can't remember why you didn't want this beautiful girl to kiss you.

You can't remember why you would need to breathe when you can kiss her instead.

Venus finally breaks the kiss with a wet pop. She licks her lips and seems to admire her handiwork. For a moment, the alraune just regards you, one eyebrow raised, as if surveying the damage she's done.

Your mind feels molten. Your memories feel... soft. Sticky. Gooey. You sway, staring stupidly at Venus, lost in her pure decadent perfection, drooling over her perfect tits...

“What is your name?” Venus asks, batting her eyelashes.

“Pet,” you moan.

Venus smiles, then lets go of the collar.

Air rushes into your lungs unhindered at last, and suddenly realizing how short on it you were, you gulp the poison down desperately. You almost tremble with the physical relief, even as you can feel your thoughts getting even cloudier, stickier, gooier...

And then Venus is upon you, fawning over you with sweet kisses, coos of wordless praise, gentle headpats, giggling, smooching, so many pretty smiles, it’s so much, too much, all at once—you don't even notice the sweetheart blossoms stripping off your coat and shirt, pulling off your underwear— “Good Pet!” she sings in your ear between kiss after kiss. “There’s Mommy's good, sweet, silly little Pet~!”

You can’t speak between kisses, can’t think between words of praise. You squirm, moan, babble…

Venus finally pulls back, beaming at you. You blink blearily, trying to recover your wits. “I… b-buh… you…”

But you notice a sparkle of dangerous mischief enter her eyes.

“Come to Mommy,” she coos, and she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a big, tight hug—shoving you facefirst into her cleavage.

“Mmmmf!” You squirm helplessly, futilely. Her scent is even thicker and heavier here, a pretty pink cocktail of intoxicating pheromones pouring in as the closest thing to air you can get. You moan, smothered by her warm, soft tits as they bounce and squish and squeeze around you.

tits go squish

brain goes squish

tits go squish

brain goes squish…

Time sinks to the speed of oozing honey as your struggles slow. Everything is so soft. So warm. So squishy. Bouncy. Sweet.

You’re left gasping, drooling, panting for breath, when she at last pulls you away again. Without thinking, you start to sway back towards her, trying to return to her smothering embrace. She stops you with one finger under your chin and smiles down at you, her expression soft, warm, almost motherly.

“Such a good boy,” she coos.

“V-Venus…” you moan.

Her smile turns sly. She reaches down, tracing one long fingertip down her chest to arch over one massive, heaving breast... and swirl around a nipple visibly dripping with nectar.

“And good boys,” she purrs, “get rewards~”

You didn't even notice your head dipping to follow her finger.

You barely notice the light pressure on the back of your head as she pushes you in facefirst.

You sink into her cleavage, where the pink mist rises thicker than ever, and unthinking, your lips part, latch onto a nipple...

... and you start to docilely suckle.

“Aww, that’s right, isn't that sooo much better, Pet?” you hear Venus cooing. Her sweet voice sounds soft and distant as you begin to gulp down a wonderful sugary concoction, like milk, but floral, fruity, almost reminding you of peach nectar. You can only moan in response.

You feel her soft, warm thighs press in on either side of your erect, throbbing cock.

You feel her thighs squish your cock between them.

Moans dribble from your lips as you nurse like an infant. You buck between her thighs as they squeeze your cock, hips thrusting, mind melting.

“Good Pet! Of course it is.” She's stroking your hair, scratching your head, nails raking delicately across your scalp. “You look so much happier like this. Mommy’s adorable little Pet. You wanted this sooo badly, didn't you~?”

You suckle and buck, cock throbbing as it slides in and out from between her slick thighs. Her nectar tastes so rich and sweet...

“That's it. Just suck and thrust. That's all boys ever seem to want to do, but you're sooo much cleverer, you figured it out so soon!” She giggles and pats your head fondly. You manage to lift your eyelids long enough to glimpse her smug smile, to see her lashes fluttering low over those pretty glowing magenta eyes. You almost cum at the sight. “Such a good, weak little Pet. Buck for Mommy~!”

All you can do is moan and obey, drooling around her nipple. You feel so small, so weak.

“But you know...” She winks. “One of my sweetheart blossoms would feel soooo much better, don’t you think?~”

You blink stupidly.

Venus giggles. One of the flowers drifts into view, and you stare as its petals fully unfurl. You realize how slippery with nectar the inside of the flower looks. How its stamens look so slick and soft, almost like little tongues...

The flower sighs and puffs another cloud of pheromones into your lungs. You breathe them in gratefully and buck between Venus’s thighs.

“Oh, and now you can't stop thinking about it,” Venus says sadly. “Your silly melty mind is just oooozing with the idea, isn't it? The thought of one of my sweetheart blossoms sucking off my little sweetheart’s big, dumb cock~?”

You whimper and buck. The thought suddenly won't leave your head.

“Your big, dumb, dripping cock inside one of my flowers. Thrusting. Throbbing. My flower pulsing around you.”

Her thighs squeeze, milking the pleasure from you. You squeal and suckle harder, drugging yourself faster. She's right. You can't stop thinking about it.

“Sucking. Pumping. Hotter and silkier and tighter than any pretty mouth. It'd feel soooo good letting me... capture you like that~”

Her tits bounce around your head. So good. It'd feel so good. You moan, clinging to Venus, bucking, trying to imagine...

“Letting my blossom slowly milk the thoughts away from you. Letting the pleasure just ruin you. Like the perfect wet dream.“ Her voice is gooey, syrupy-sweet, weighty as she ladles the syrup right over your open, helpless, paralyzed brain... “Letting me win~”

You whine, bucking harder. You can't help but drool around her nipple, wasting precious nectar. She's so soft, so perfect, and the flower would take such good care of you...

“Letting me take it all~”

Letting her take everything...

“You need it,” she purrs. “You need me~

You need her you need her need her need her—

She grips your collar and gently pulls you off her breast. You stare up at the alraune, dumb, needy, drooling, broken.

“Well?” she asks sweetly.

“Please,” you moan, “please please please...”

“Please what?” Pure innocence shines in those pretty pink eyes. Her thighs squeeze...

“Ppleasse use it on m-me!” you squeal, your words babbled and slurred. “P-Pleassee, I need it!”

Her thighs release your cock into the cold night air. She takes the leash and forces you to your knees, smiling down on you like a beatific goddess. You whimper and babble, almost beyond any words at all... “You want that?” Her fingers play with her nectary tits, squishing, kneading, tracing down her waist to the swell of her hips. “Are you suuure?”

“I—I—”

Your words break in a cry as you feel new touches on your sensitive cock. The flowers have descended on it to plant wicked little kiss after kiss over its shaft. You cry out and buck as those little ‘tongues’ start lathering little nectary licks along the tip.

“What was that?” she teases. “Mommy couldn't catch that, Pet~! You'll have to speak up!”

“I—nngh—”

“Tell Mommy what you want.” Her breasts bounce. Her lips savor every word like she's been waiting for this moment all year. “Tell Mommy what you are~”

Her eyes shimmer. You stare back, utterly enthralled. The whole world around you is cast in a pretty rosy haze now, and dimly, you wonder if your eyes have fogged over the same cotton candy pink. And you feel all pretense at dignity melt from your head.

“I'm… yoursss…” you slur dreamily. You cling to one of her legs, nuzzling her perfectly soft thigh.

“And what will you do for me~?”

“aaanythingg, Mommy,” you moan. “a-anything for Mommyyy… worship Mommyy… adore Mommyyy foreverrr…” The whole world feels like a dream. A perfect wet dream, only your Mommy is so much better than any fantasy you could have dreamed up… “i l-llove Mommy… please use it on mee, i needd it… neeed Mommyyy… nnneeeeddd…”

Mommy bends down, takes you by the chin, and pulls you into a tender kiss. There is no conquest anymore. There's no need.

You're hers.

At the same time, you feel the lead flower latch onto your cock's tip, give a little throb... and slide all the way down the shaft.

*shlup-shluck-shlick-shlurrp*

You moan and scream into the kiss, pure bliss overwhelming you. The flower sucks, pumps, the tongue-like tendrils lapping around the tip of your cock in slow, lazy circles, their wet, lewd sounds joining the sultry moans and sighs and coos of Mommy’s sweet, intoxicating kiss...

And her voice echoes right into your mind.

“Come for Mommy, Pet~”

And you start to cum. Pure pleasure takes over as Mommy pulls you back into another smothering hug with a giggle, so sweet and loving. “I’m soooo proud of you, Pet~”

*shlurp-shluck-slurp-shlupp*

You moan and buck and spurt and drool between her tits—

“We’re going to have soooo much fun together, aren’t we~?”

You eagerly kiss her tits, lick her tits, worship her tits as the sweetheart flower pumps-pumps-pumps—

“It’s going to feel so wonderful to spurt aaaall your love for Mommy into her pretty flowers, isn’t it?”

*shlup-shluck-shlick-SHLURRP*

She pulls you back, and you moan, buck, throb, spurt, nod obediently, helplessly, adoringly—

She giggles and playfully taps you on the nose. “There’s Mommy’s little sweetheart~”

You smile back in dumb, ditzy bliss. And thrust. And spurt. And spurt.

Then she finally guides you back to her nipple, and you begin to docilely nurse, your cock throbbing and pulsing and spurting as the flower shlupshlupsucks, milking your dumb, happy cock endlessly, letting you spurt all your love for her right down its ‘throat’ and drinking it all down.

And the more you suckle, the harder you cum.

And it doesn’t stop.

It’s the perfect wet dream, one that never ends. You drink and spurt and drink and spurt and buck and suck and cling and moan, brain melting, mind dissolving, strength fading, cumming to the sound of Mommy's sweet, adoring praise, pure pleasure consuming your body, mind and soul...

... until there's nothing left but her.