You squeeze the heavy pommel of the saber with both hands and hold your breath. There is no way you are allowing this plant to defeat you. This plant has bested you twice. You won’t tolerate a third time!
You step into the territory of the plant and raise the holy sword. In response, one of those thorny tendrils is launched against your face. You throw a quick slice against the aggressive tendril.
The sliced thorny vine spins and twists on the floor in an erratic fashion. The remaining nub attached demonic plant suffers a convolution.
The furious florae demon uses its second one against your legs. Thanks to your quick reflexes and past experience with these demonic things, you jump just in time.
You land on your feet feeling enthusiastic about your victory. You decide to give this green and red demonic spawn no chance to recover. You launch a full attack against the remaining thorny vine.
The plant launches a horizontal attack against you. Thanks to the weight of the blade, you manage to block the attack with it. Upon making contact with the holy metal, the vine shakes in a painful writhe.
This opens the window of opportunity you need to finish the job and slash the remaining vine away.
The last vine flails on the floor as it disconnected from the main plant. There is nothing stopping you from reaching the feline now. You are completely spent, but satisfied with the outcome of your battle. There is no way this plant could defeat you!
You are ready to claim the spoils of war. However, your legs seems to weight too much. You look down to see what is going on. Two thick purple vines have taken full possession of your lower legs. There is no time to react when the floor is stolen from under your feet.
You panic!
While you were busy with the plant on the right side of the room. The left one took its time to prepare a careful sneak attack against you. You want to turn around and attack even if you are held upside down, but the plant forces you to land on your face. After that, you are dragged on your belly to the opposite end of the triangular room.
You feel the blade slipping from your fingers thanks to the stunting blunt you suffered against the floor. You need to do something before you end up in the same situation as the puma. You suppress your fear and wait. You still carry your holy daggers in your belt as backup.
As soon as the tentacles are done dragging your body into their side of the room, you receiving a face full of those smaller red plants. You are left close to the unoccupied large pod. You sneeze as a spicy scent reaches your nostrils. After a few more sneezes, you can feel your body relaxing while a strange heat is ignited in the depths of your belly.
While this is pleasuring, you know this scent has hidden intentions. You must escape from this field of red plants and the intentions they have for you! But you feel so tempted to sniff out those plants again as heat runs along your body.
But you can't do that! You try to clear your head. Even if doing so helps you to recover from the stunt, the spicy scent keeps your thoughts cloudy.
On top of that, the spicy scent with arousing effects is making your maleness to scream for attention in the silent garden. These plants are trying to drive you mindlessly horny. You must get rid of your arousal before it's too late. Maybe without lustful ideas clouding your thoughts, you would become free from strange effect of the garden. After that, your escape would follow.
You decide to lower your pants and inner garments to release your tense dick. You pull your pants and belt around your knees before they meet up with the purple tendrils.
You slide your dominant hand along your maleness. Your dick is harder than usual and already leaking copious amounts of pre-semen. Whatever these plants are doing, is working as a powerful aphrodisiac on you.
The strange heat invading your body approves of your intentions. Tingles of pleasure builds up as your hand roams from the tip of your dick all the way down to the base.
Out of sudden, the tentacles wrapping your lower legs disappear along with your pants. It wouldn't be that bad if they hadn't taken also the belt with your blades!
You curse your luck, but at least you are free from tentacles now. Your legs are free along with your dick. You could escape now if you wanted. But you still want to clear out your mind with a strong orgasm first.
You get on your knees and resume stroking your maleness with your dominant hand. Your nose is still basking on the soft spicy scent released by the small red plants.
As you are busy pleasuring yourself, a different scent reaches you. It is a sweet and soft scent. Yet it seduces your nostrils and strengthens the fires assaulting your loins. You turn your head to examine the garden. All of the smaller plants have closed. But the largest, door sized red bulb one has separated its petals slightly. This demonic plant is teasing you with an offer greater than the smaller bulbs.
You close your eyes and try to ignore the plant as you keep on stroking yourself. The euphoria caused by the rest of the plants is going down, but it is not enough to release you from its intoxicating effects. Your goal to cum to your freedom is shifting into a frustrated attempt to reach a bland orgasm.
You speed up to masturbate and be done with this. However, you are reached by a stronger wave of the sweet scent of temptation. You do your hardest to ignore the thing.
As you keep your eyes closed, you are suddenly hit with the sensation of something cool and sticky landing over you. The sweet and alluring flavor has increased.
When you open your eyes, you find that the large plant has opened up completely. Soft and fleshy dark pink insides have opened for you. A golden sap-like nectar is dipping off of its petals like honey as most of the golden goop is coating those inner petal walls.
The sweet scent is driving you crazy. You need to resist it. You must resist it!
You close your eyes and stroke yourself faster with the hopes to orgasm before the plant has taken a complete control of your mind. You refuse to fall victim to the sweet scent filled with demonic intentions.
You realize that some of the golden goop is leaking from your nose after it landed over your snout. You stop to stroke yourself to wipe your muzzle clean with the sleeves of your trench coat. However, the temptation to lick the remains on your snout is too strong. The tip of your tongue wipes a few of the sticky drops off of your lips.
It is a sweet and delicious flavor that makes you forget about everything but sexual relief! It is the most addictive flavor you have ever had.
Your heart is beating fast along with your maleness. Your feet are overtaken by a cool sensation. When you turn around, you find the tentacles who made your pants disappear to return to take possession of you. However, they remain around your ankles this time.
The scent of the large pod in your nose mixed with the remains of the sweet sap in your tongue makes it impossible for you to think any longer about exploring
You ditch away your trench coat and vest. Once you lay bare in the middle of the garden, second thoughts rushes into your mind. You are here to explore! You aren't here to fatten up demonic plants!
However, both of your tongue and your dick seems to be in complete disagreement with your thoughts. How bad could it be to masturbate while licking more of that plant?
You crawl with both a ranging hard-on and the intense urge to reach your climax towards the large and open pod.
The tendrils around your ankles guides your way so you don't deviate from the pod. But even if they weren't there, you would be doing this same thing.
You sit next to the open pod and stretch your head and tongue into the depths of the pod. However, the tentacles around your legs gives you a push. You land on your face inside the demonic bulb. The strong, yet sweet and slightly spicy scent of the plant takes over your lungs.
Instead of fighting back, you deposit your naked self inside the bulb. The petals around you close. The only thing that you can feel is the cold air around your bare feet as the tip of the petals closes around your ankles. The purple tentacles keeps your legs risen to assist with the task.
The petals have sealed you within them. You don't care as long as you get more of that sweet flavor along with your sexual pleasure.
As soon as you shift inside the bulb, you can feel more of the sticky goop coating you. The only reaction you have is to lick your snout clean.
You can't have enough mawfuls of this golden and addicting sap!
You lick away the sweet sap offered by the demonic plant as your surroundings shift. You lower your dominant hand again to stroke your cock as you lick your snout faster and faster.
Once your face is clean from the strange sap you realize that you need even more. Your tongue leaves your muzzle to give the inner walls of that plant a long lick. The sweet reward invades your tongue buds. The nectar tastes even better from the body of the plant!
You have been teasing yourself for such a long time. You must orgasm at once!
Your hand gives your base a nice squeeze with the hopes to stimulate yourself before is too late. You keep on licking your surroundings to soak your tongue into the liquid surrounding you as your body tenses.
As you tease the base of your dick, you can feel something wrapping and sucking around the tip of your cock. You can’t help it but moan loud inside the bulb that has captured you. Every muscle in your body tenses as the tight and constant sucking motion around your dick drives you even crazier with pleasure.
You allow the erotic suckling motion to tickle the tip of your maleness as you help it by stroking the rest of your meat. You squeeze your eyes shut as your hand keeps on feeding the demonic tendril countless lines of your pre-semen as your hand speeds up the process.
Every time the vine gives the tip of your meat a strong suckle, it sends shivers along your body. This makes you moan loud inside the thick petals of the bulb.
Every single one of your moans get half muted by a maw full of that delicious and sweet nectar that the demonic plant offers. In return, this encourages you to stroke yourself even faster.
There must be something in the delicious goop that is being fed to you which is preparing you for a powerful orgasm.
It is only after a few more strokes that every muscle in your body tenses. A strong wave of pleasure sends line after line of your semen into the hollow tentacle that is suckling the upper half of your maleness. You press your face against the slime coated petals surrounding you and squeeze your exposed toes.
As you enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm, you feel the strange tendril sucking your meat to stretch and envelope more of your dick.
You groan as the strange plant envelopes your sensitive maleness with ease. It is like being deep throated by the most skilled muzzle you have ever encountered in your entire life.
The tendril tenses and relaxes several times around your spent maleness. The feeler seems hungry for yet another shot of your semen.
It is after having another mawful of that sweet nectar that you feel empowered enough to give the plant a second round of what it wants.
You shift inside the pod to fuck the plant as rough as you can. You feel your cock pulling itself halfway out before going all the way deep into the sucking tentacle. The thing responds by suckling tight around your completely enveloped maleness.
You dig your clawed fingers into the plant as a more feral instinct seems to take over. The bulb around you squirms when you do so, but you keep your rough treatment going. You feel all the sweet liquid that has been fed to you to drive you into a bestial mood.
The bulb surrounding you is caressing your naked body and soaking you in that precious nectar that has become a precious resource for you. In return, you fuck the tendril the plant has for you.
This is perfect for you to show your love for the sweet tribute the demonic plant is offering you.
After several minutes of fucking this plant with your most feral mating instincts, you squeeze your eyes. Your heart beats fast inside the darkness of the pod.
A strong tingle runs along your body as you finally are able to orgasm once more. Line after line of your semen is milked out of your maleness to be taken again by the plant. This second release is so intense. There is nothing you wanna do right now but repeat the experience and sample more of that sweet sap offered by the plant. However, you are so tired. You haven’t been able to sleep well for weeks. You can’t help it but feel the extreme exhaustion to take over your body.
The last thing you feel is your dick being suckled once again completely inside the tendril.
