An Alraune's New Pet

This is a mommydom and hypnosis focused fantasy story: check the tags for more info. Enjoy!

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Unfortunately, as beautiful as this part of the forest was, with its rainbow of flowers and blooming trees everywhere, and the golden glimmer of late afternoon sunlight trickling down through the canopy above, he was having a hard time finding any of the rare herbs that he was after.

Still, from simple stemmed flowers growing from the earth, to blooming vines, to whole bushes that brimmed outward with flowers, the beautiful reds and pinks and whites and oranges and purples and blues all around him were lovely; their wonderful looks made him wonder just how all this beauty came to be in a forest that, for the most part, had been dreadfully boring until he found this spot.

Whatever the explanation was, it almost certainly wasn't anything sinister, since this place wasn't supposed to have any dangerous monsters; being an alchemist with just a long dagger sheathed at his waist, and with no real armor save for his clothes, all he could really do was repel hostile wild animals and the occasional weaker exotic creature, like a small water elemental or one of the rare, aggressive kinds of fairy. Thankfully, nothing had threatened him so far during his expedition.

His mind wandered towards less hostile creatures as he wondered if maybe something like a dryad or a nymph was maintaining this place; at least they had a friendly reputation, even to people looking to gather a couple of plants from their domain. It would explain the abundance of flora everywhere. As he scanned a fallen log for any useful mushrooms, with only useless glowing blue ones growing at its base, he felt a little guilty for thinking of a place this pretty as useless, even if it was an accurate description in his case. He stepped over the log and moved on.

The glistening sunlight seemed brighter up ahead, just past a group of thick trees. And something coming from that direction smelled... wonderful, like roses with the faintest hint of syrup.

... This place was really nice. With nothing around to hurt him, he could relax and just enjoy that floral scent. He took calm steps forward, towards a clearing up ahead...

The small clearing, filled with so many flowers that he could barely see the ground beneath them, took him by surprise. All the golds, the reds, the blues... And then, that enormous, closed flower bulb in the center. Eight feet tall, and a brilliant reddish pink that shone in the sunlight and cast a wonderful rosy glow on all the little flowers surrounding it, it was unlike anything he'd seen before.

And as he got closer, that syrupy scent strengthened into a wonderful, wonderful floral honey. The rosy hue of that flower only seemed to get brighter and more alluring as he stared into it. The beauty and sweetness of it all was a delight to his senses, and even the gentle breeze grew more and more wonderful.

Stepping over a half inch-thick vine on the ground among the flowers, he cautiously stepped closer, curious about this beautiful flower. Those enormous, layered petals gently fluttered, yet seemingly not from the wind, and he swore they were curving in a beckoning way...

Why not get closer? They smelled so nice...

He was ten feet away when the petals started to shake, which took him out of his stupor. As they unfolded outward, caution finally took hold of him, and he stepped back.

"Well, well..." a soothing, lady-like voice said. As the petals lowered, the vibrant reddish pink of her long, flowing hair was the first part of her to become visible, followed by the vibrant, light green skin of her lovely face. The surprise grew more pleasant as he saw her huge, lovely breasts; enormous, soft, clad in nothing at all just like the rest of her body, and swaying gently as she leaned forward.

The petals stopped unfolding, curving downwards at around the height of her stomach to form a vase with a curved outer lip; as the woman teasingly leaned over the edge, looking down at him, she folded her arms and rested them on top of the curved petals, squishing her breasts between her folded arms and the rest of her torso.

... And she was tall, too. It was hard to tell what she was standing on inside the flower, but there probably wasn't much of an elevated floor inside, and he guessed she was a whole foot taller than him--likely even more than that, actually. At least she didn't seem angry at his intrusion, and she wasn't immediately attacking him. He was relieved for her to at least seem like a friendly face.

She smiled, tilting her head playfully. The simple act of just watching her move in simple ways excited him, and he waited patiently for her next move, and then when she began to speak once more, tilting her head with a playful curiosity as she did, that patience was rewarded.

"What's a cute boy like you doing so deep in these woods?"

He wasn't sure why he was stepping forward, so he stopped. And was he... drooling? Something wasn't right, but he wasn't fully aware of what that was.

"I'm looking for... plants," he said. He knew he should have been more specific and said 'rare alchemical herbs', but he was still stunned by her appearance. Or better yet, named the specific plants he was after.

She giggled in response. What was she anyway? Maybe some kind of dryad? Maybe? He never bothered getting one of those books about the rarer, alluring non-human encounters in the woods, just the books about things he was likely to actually bump into.

Or maybe she was an alraune; he didn't know anything about them, but that seemed like it was the case, probably; he didn't have a clue what it was they were like, but from what little he knew, they were just friendly dryads who lived in big flowers instead of trees.

"Of course, of course," she said. "I hope you found what you're looking for. Seeing all those flowers after trodding through all that dreary forest must have been such a delight... Tell me, you're satisfied by what you found, aren't you?"

Without thinking, he nodded, since that seemed easier than explaining what plants he was after and that all the flowers were nice and beautiful while very gently mentioning they weren't what he was after. But he felt like had to say something out loud back to her, so he just let himself come up with whatever and respond.

"What species are you anyway? Alraune? Dryad? You're pretty..."

... It was really hard to remember the full list of herbs he needed, even though he had gone over it in his head a hundred times by now. Wait. Did he just call her pretty?

She playfully smiled, defusing most of his anxiety towards what he just blurted out. "Don't worry about it. But more importantly... Would you like to stay for just a short while? Just relaxing and putting that hard, long trip behind you? It must have taken ages for you to make it this far into the wilderness, and it's been such a long time since I've bumped into someone like you."

The moment he realized he was only five feet away from her, almost close enough for her to lean forward and grab, he stopped and took a step back as he began to realize what was going on. That sweet scent in the air... How did he fall under its spell so easily?

"Hey..." he said, stammering at first, but soon mustering the energy to speak clearly as he backed up. "What did you do to me?"

She hardly reacted, maintaining her calm smile. "Oh, don't worry, it's completely natural, it's just the nectar in the air... You'll get used to its sweetness."

He took a few more steps back as she leaned forward more, the petals of her flower staying strong and hardly reacting to the weight. She flicked her long hair, and he swore he felt that sweet scent in the air get even stronger--that, or he was just becoming more aware of how much it was addling his mind.

"Aww, what's wrong?" she asked, yet with a smile, and without a hint of apparent concern that should have accompanied those words, that was, unless she was playing with him...

"I... I have to go," he said sheepishly, feeling guilty even as he tried to escape her mind-numbing influence. As beautiful as she was, he couldn't fall for whatever it was she was trying to do to him.

"Oh, I won't chase you, but you're welcome to stay... If you come even closer, I might show you something that'll change your mind. And don't worry one bit, you're just too cute for me to want to harm, so you can juuuuust relax, and set aside those worries, as you wonder just how it feels to be right up against me..."

Those steps away were difficult and slow; worst of all, that slowness didn't feel like an outside force hindering his own movements, but like something inside him that wanted him to turn around. And who could blame it, given how beautiful she looked, and he had to keep looking just in case she did something when his back was turned, so all he could do was stare at that lovely chest as he stepped towards the edge of the small clearing carefully, and even though it felt like he had been backing away forever, he was no closer to escaping.

"That's right. Come closer, cutie," she said, unfolding her arms and simply resting her head on one of her hands as she watched.

... How long had he actually been walking towards her?

And yet, it relieved so much of that burden from him, even as his mind protested. Every step took him closer as the woman stood upright, and with her so close now, only a few steps away, it was clear how much she towered over him.

Instead of trying to form sentences in his head, he just let out a groan mixed with frustration and nervousness and arousal as he tried to conserve his mental energy, trying to pull away...

The petals in front of him began to part, shifting to the sides as they unfolded further outwards, the rest of her body becoming clear in the gap between the petals as they lowered past his sides.

Wanting to see what had been hidden by those petals, he looked down through the widening gap in the petals, past her breasts, past her stomach, and down at her hips and thighs that captivated his mind and made him forget about his hesitancy. Standing on the center of the inside of the flower, right where the petals merged, with only an inch of petal thickness between her feet and the ground, he found that she was just over a foot and a half taller than him; as he looked up at her face once more, her smile told him that everything was fine and that it was alright to come closer, but he was still hesitant, even as the reasons why he was trying to get away earlier were melting into a haze.

"You're confused, aren't you?" she asked.

"... Mhm," he muttered. As foggy as the last few minutes were, he remembered wishing he could be honest to her about how he was feeling, but the words were too complicated and he couldn't remember what exactly he was trying to convey. But now, just a simple muttering of an honest 'Mhm' was making him so, so relieved and happy.

"Of course. I can tell juuuuust from that look on your face. Here, I can make everything so much simpler for you, and show you so much sweetness, so much relaxing warmth, so much pleasure..."

Before he knew it, he was already walking into her flower... As he stepped into the center with her, and her arms wrapped around his back, and that stiffness in his pants grew impossible to ignore, the petals rose up again, trapping him inside. A thought of resistance popped in, and he wondered if he could maybe escape her grip and climb over the...

Then her words silenced that thought. "Good boy."

When she hugged him tighter, pulling his face into her chest, the mind-numbing softness melted away any desire he had to escape, making him hardly want to resist at all. It was easy to just let all his worries melt away between her breasts as he closed his eyes, taking in the warmth, her soft chest, her words, and the sweetness in the air that was stronger than it had ever been before...

"Isn't this so nice?" she said softly.

"Mhm..." he muttered once more. The stiffness in his pants pressed outward, the bulge of his erection pressing against the smooth warmth of her thighs, separated only by the thin fabric of his pants and underwear, which it strained hard against.

And then when her hug grew tighter, suddenly, her breasts muffled his face, interrupting his breathing, sending one final wave of worry through him as he breathed in and out harder and faster yet getting less air than before, unable to bring his head away from her as she hugged him tight, gripping the back of his head and stroking his hair, all as his erection couldn't help but twitch ever so gently.

"Mmmm..." she whispered. "Such wonderful little breaths, such wonderful little twitches... Just relax for me..."

The narrow flow of air into him forced him to breathe in slowly and steadily, her sweet scent funneling directly into him, before exhaling and letting out all that worry that he couldn't figure out the source of and which slowly faded from his awareness.

"And wouldn't you love it if more of your body could feel my warm, soft touch?"

"Mhm..."

"I can give you exactly what you want. You'll let me give it to you, won't you? And this time, use your actual words."

Even with his face in her chest, and his mind foggy and sweet, he found it so, so easy to let out a muffled 'of course', as if her desires were slipping into him and doing whatever it was his mind couldn't handle on its own. And even though it was the briefest reminder of what it was like to think clearly, he couldn't muster much more than letting the concept of protest pulse through his mind for just a moment before the sweetness and warmth melted it all away.

"Good boy."

He was dizzy, and he didn't know if it was because of her suffocating chest, or the scent in the air, or her words, or her wonderful body, or something else, and thinking about it was too hard, so he stopped.

She gently relaxed her hug and pulled his face out of her chest, its mind-numbing warmth and softness staying with him as he stood in front of her, suddenly able to breathe clearly once more, relief flooding through him, his legs doing the bare minimum to stand as her arms partly held him upright as he panted for air. He hardly noticed his head tilting to the side, since his attention was taken up by both her form and the slender green vines slipping in from outside the flower, forcing their way between the petals. Each one, half an inch thick and ending in a rounded tip, hung in the air seemingly at her command, and he felt them slipping into the straps of his backpack, pulling it off his arms, which he obediently raised up to allow it to happen...

"That's right, just let me take care of those old clothes with my vines... You won't have to worry about the cold, I'm right here to keep you warm."

His backpack, the dagger by his side, and his belt were soon gone. Then, all at once, they slipped into his clothes, their smooth, flexible stems feeling just as warm as her own skin. The vines tugged at everything, undoing and pulling it all away from him. She gently held his hands and lifted them upwards, letting go and implicitly ordering him to stay in place as her vines easily slipped his shirt off over his head; once it was gone, the feeling of vulnerability made him aware of how fast his heart was pounding.

"And in juuuust a moment, I'll show you something so, so lovely. But first..."

She smiled as her vines finally brought everything but his underwear off his legs, with his pants finally coming off his legs as the vines dragged his old clothes away; his mind was too weak to keep track of where everything went.

"You're having suuuuuch a good time, aren't you?"

He nodded with a dumb smile on his face.

"Good boy. Now, if you'd like to see what I had in mind for a good, cute pet like you, just relax, and..."

And then, she leaned in once again, pressed herself against him, and kissed him on the lips with a gentleness unlike the rest of her forceful gesture. She forced his back against the smooth petals behind him, which barely moved even under his weight and her own forceful hug. As her chest pressed against him, as her vines ever so gently teased that they might remove his underwear at any moment, and as her hand stroked the top of his head, something dominated all those feelings: the sweet power of her kiss, making its way into his mind.

Despite being compliant already, he felt that sweetness carrying something into him, right into his mind, and he wanted more of it from her gentle lips.

She pulled away from the kiss for a moment, the motion of her smooth vines rubbing against his hips and thighs making him shiver with pleasure as she finally slid off his underwear, and once it left his body, he was completely naked.

"Isn't this so lovely? You, just getting to drink in who knows what kind of wonderful things your owner wants to put into you... Oh, and you don't mind calling me mommy, do you? It'll feel so nice for you to say out loud, just as nice as it'll feel when I call you by your own little nicknames..."

"Of course, mommy," he said, and he was rewarded with the touch of a smooth vine against the base of his erection, which was who knows how close to her warm hips that she kept arced just far enough away from him to keep that forward-facing stiffness away, at least for now.

"Good boy. Gooooood pet..." She ran her hands through his hair. "And you want more of what mommy has to offer you, don't you?"

"Mhm, yes mommy," he said.

"You want to obey, don't you?"

"Of course, mommy..."

Then once more, she gave him a kiss, this one just like before; she pressed his back against the petals, the heavenly touch of her whole body making him shiver with delight, and this time, with his underwear gone, he felt the warmth of her hips so close to his erection that he could imagine the touches even though they weren't happening.

... His erection grazed against her thigh for the briefest moment, and a pulse of pleasure shot through his body, amplified by the sweetness and the obedience.

And then, as the kiss went on, the petals behind him, and only those petals, began to recline, no doubt responding to her desires just as he was. Comparing himself to another thing that was all hers to manipulate at her whim sent a pleasurable shiver through his body, and the newfound clarity in his head that was slowly starting to creep in didn't see anything wrong with what was happening at the moment.

She kept him steady as he leaned back, and she leaned further forward, and eventually, the petals were flat against the ground, and she was right on top of him, her hips, her thighs, and her dripping pussy still not touching his sensitive erection. Obeying was more important. He wanted to feel waves of pleasure down there, but it wasn't his most desperate need....

Eventually, by the time she took her lips off his, and she simply stared down into his eyes with a smile, her beautiful reddish-pink hair hanging gracefully to her sides, he was fully aware of that clarity her kisses had brought. That fogginess from the air that made thinking and speaking so, so difficult had been cleared up, letting him obey and think about obeying so much more easily, as he of course wanted to do.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

The words were easy. "So good... I've never felt better. You can tell me what to do, mommy... I'd love to make you happy."

"Aww, such a good pet... You're obeying so well. Perhaps you should sit on mommy's lap..."

Despite her gentle voice and the 'perhaps', it was a command to him, and following it was so, so natural to him. She went back into the center of the flower, and as he followed her, she sat in the center and leaned against the upright petals behind her. Then, she stretched her legs out onto the lowered petals and rubbed her lap, inviting him to sit...

The moment he sat on her lap, that slight tension from having to get up and readjust himself was all gone, replaced by delight and calm excitement. She shifted herself around just a little, and he leaned back against her, his head and neck feeling the comfort of her chest. With nothing pressing down on him, nothing he had to do except exist and obey, nothing but her warm, soft form behind him and below him, he let out a happy, relaxed sigh.

"Good boy," she said. "Now, shhhh, there's no need to do a thing, no need to say a word until mommy tells you to, just sit there..."

She stroked his hair as he watched her half inch-thick vines come closer to him once more. He let them wrap around his ankles, slowly and gently tying them together in a loose, cozy coil. And as his arms hung limp with his hands dangling against the ground, more vines began to individually slip around his wrists, making sure he couldn't move them from their places by his side despite his lack of will to do so.

And then, he felt vines on his chest, thighs, and then another one creeping onto his neck. They didn't wrap around him, at least not yet, they just moved slowly, with the ones on his thighs tracing gentle paths along his legs as they slowly approached his groin, taking slow, winding paths, getting closer before curving away, then curving back again and coming closer, the pressure of their smooth touch dancing across his body...

"And even though there's no need to say a word," she added, "You can always let out any simple noises your body wants you to make..."

The tips of the vines playing with his chest circled around his nipples, making him shiver.

"Good pet... Just lay there, loose and limp for me, unable to move under your own power, even if you wanted to..."

And of course, he didn't, and as a trio of vines crept across his inner thighs, coming closer to his erection, the vine on his neck rode up his cheek, gently caressing it with its smooth, warm touch, stroking up and down.

"You love my vines... You love them so much. You can't help but just let mommy run them over you, teasing you slowly..."

One of them gently rubbed against the underside of his erection before pulling away, momentarily breaking the rhythm of his slow, deep breaths with a short exhale, joined by a whimper as the vines on his chest crept across the center of his nipples, covering both of them as they continued past, the constant pleasure making his breaths faster. Of course it was true, he loved them, and he couldn't help but let them pleasure all his vulnerable places as mommy teased him.

Another vine rode up his neck, and this time, it began to circle around, disappearing into that cozy space between his neck and her chest, and then emerging from the other end, then looping around again... By the time it stopped, the vine had formed a lovely ring around his neck.

"I can just tell how much you love your little collar..."

A collar. It felt like something he had always needed, and now that mommy had given him one, he was so happy. It tightened around his neck just as another vine coiled around the base of his erection, making him tense up with anticipation just as he realized that the rest of the vine extending out from his collar was his leash, and even though her hands weren't on it, he could so easily imagine her holding it, with mommy looking down at him like the obedient pet he was...

Her vines kept moving on top of his nipples, the smooth sides of her long vines rubbing against them, back and forth in a wonderful tease that he knew could get so much stronger at any moment; imagining a pair of vines pinching and kneading each of his nipples with their tips only made his erection harder, just as the vine coiled around the base of his cock made another coil, and then another coil, widening the area of its tight grip, the whole spiraling motion making him tingle with a pleasure that he only wanted to get stronger.

"Oh, I can hear it already," she said. "You, whimpering for mommy once I really begin to pleasure you... My vines stroking you as you lay limp and moaning right here on my lap with that head of yours right where it is now..."

He could imagine it, and it already made him let out a whimper. That tight vine around the base of his cock ever so slightly moved up and then back down to where it was before, unless it was his imagination running wild.

"But who knows, I might wait a loooong time to give my pet the reward it deserves, letting you slowly melt back down into a pleasured stupor where you can hardly think at all as I slowly, slowly tease--"

Pleasure jolted through him even before he realized she was stroking his erection. The tight vine's coils jerked up and down its length, finally forcing the pleasure inside him to burn brighter. And as he let out a gasp, her hand gripped his leash and gently pulled it as the collar tightened, stifling the breath that he was letting out, with even that gentle tug making it hard to breathe for just a moment, forcing his body to slow down as it tried to express its own pleasure through his lips.

"Oh yes... Good boy. Just let yourself stay limp, and let your mind blank for your owner as your body does everything I want it to do..."

Owner... It was just as lovely as a way to think of her as 'mommy'. After all, he loved how it felt more and more like he was just a simple toy for her to use. The only things happening outside of his thoughts were involuntary, and with that simple command from his owner, it was easy to make his own thoughts quiet as pleasure helped to melt them away. Rather than a hazy fogginess like before, a clear emptiness and focus filled his mind...

His erection burned with the pleasure of her coils, pumping up and down, getting faster and faster. His chest jolted when the tips of her vines began to play with his nipples, making them burn with pleasure and making it even easier for it to spread through more and more of his body. She pressed her breasts together, and they began to encroach on his face, narrowing his field of view as she playfully moved them around, stroking the sides of his head, making the occasional thought that popped into his head melt away faster than they already were.

It was all building up so quickly. Limp, empty obedience was taking him, making every press and stroke and every touch of her vines so much more enjoyable, bringing him closer and closer to climax. With only his owner's vines, her words, and the soft, warm comfort mommy brought to him as he sat limp against her, he was almost ready to--

--Then she stopped. Every vine pleasuring his sensitive places retreated all at once, loosening and letting go. The vines wrapped around his neck grew loose, the coils around his erection pulled away, and the vines ravaging his nipples were hanging less than an inch away. Even the restraints around his arms and legs grew loose...

"Awww, look at you," she said. "So close... You're so, so close to letting it all out for mommy... But I'm your owner, and I get to decide when or if that happens. Let me think..."

He had no idea what she'd do next, and the anticipation just made him throb.

"You being a limp toy is so lovely, buuuuut..." Then, she laughed. "I think I'd rather see you squirm. How about I let you taste another lovely kind of nectar? Would you like that?"

Finally, commanded by her question, he was able to do something other than be her idle, limp plaything.

"Mhm, yes mommy," he said, a needy tone in his voice.

"Then let me just move you around, and bring you right where you need to be..."

Her vines retreating from his arms and legs entirely, with only the vines making up his collar remaining attached, she effortlessly picked him up and turned him around, and he came face to face with her lovely chest.

"You'd love to have a drink of the nectar within these, wouldn't you?"

"Mhm," he said, his eyes drifting to mommy's nipples.

"Oh pet, I can't hear you... Perhaps you can beg a little louder?"

"Yes please, yes mommy," he muttered, that needy tone getting more desperate. "I need a taste so badly..."

"Of course you do," she said.

His erection gently poked against her, a bead of precum leaking out of his tip as it did. He couldn't help but imagine it inside her, as she used it however she liked... She gently pulled him closer, vines wrapping around his erection once more, and his lips made contact with her chest...

He didn't need to be ordered, but she gave the order anyway.

"Have a slow, lovely drink from my chest," she said. "Just let your mouth slip onto it, and..."

... And that first drop of slow, sweet milk emerged, and as the flavor flowed through his mouth, milky and sweet and honey and floral and delicious, a warm pulse of something truly wonderful spread out from his lips.

"Good boy..." She patted the top of his head, happiness filling him as her fingers ran through his hair and she rubbed his scalp.

And as he drank more and more of her milk, that wonderful feeling he couldn't quite describe spread throughout his body, and he simply basked in that warm tingle, unsure of what it was until one of her vines touched the underside of his erection. That touch alone forced him to jolt and twitch from the overwhelming sensation, his body now far more vulnerable, far more sensitive to pleasure than before; he let out an incoherent mumble into her breast, but kept drinking.

"Just keep drinking, and let yourself succumb to pleasure, let it turn you into mine forever..."

The tips of her vines pressed against his erection, all collectively stroking it up and down, making him squirm and moan, and yet, despite the overwhelming pleasure, he was no closer to orgasm at all. Her milk amplified every touch, yet despite feeling as though he should have erupted immediately, it pushed climax further and further away... His thoughts grew foggy, and obedience was the only thing shining through the pleasure-addled haze.

"Oh, I can feel you getting so desperate, so aroused for mommy," she said. "And you'll just keep going..."

He was dimly aware of his owner's hands guiding his mouth to her other breast, and he kept sucking once again, drinking more of mommy's delicious juice, feeling every touch get stronger and stronger, leaving him unable to cum and unable to think clearly enough to wonder when or even if she would let him...

Even her fingers running through his hair filled him with so much pleasure... His moans were muffled by her chest, and as she hugged him tight, his erection getting wrapped in vines and stroked once again, her breast cramming against his face and making it hard to breathe through anything as he couldn't help but drink and drink, his nipples being played with by her vines or her fingers or something, everything melted into a murky haze, the pleasure barely moving him any closer to an orgasm which would have arrived instantly had her milk not done whatever it was doing to him...

So close to orgasm... So close... He didn't think, he only squirmed and reacted in pleasure, darkness encroaching on him as he was almost about to faint from either the pleasure or her dizzying fluids or from his frenzied attempts to breathe or from her tight collar or from something else entirely...

He couldn't count how much longer it would be, but orgasm, maybe, was almost there...

... Time passed, and he became aware that his lips were sucking on nothing, and that his hips were thrusting meekly into the air between the two of them, and despite the pleasure that still ravaged his mind and body, she had stopped pleasuring him some time ago. Her vines weren't touching him anymore, save for the ones that remained tight around his neck. She was giggling as she watched him slowly come to a stop as awareness crept back into his mind--weak, but enough to think once again.

He still hadn't come yet.

"You'll do one more thing for your owner, will you?"

"Of... of course," his dizzy, obedient voice said.

"Good pet. Maybe, if you're a good enough pet between your owner's legs, she'll let her desperately horny plaything cum..."

His erection throbbed at the promise. As she parted her legs, and with his own movements guided by her gentle hands and vines, he started to lie on his back, his head slipping between her legs, he realized he wasn't entirely sure if he was moving under his own power, as sweet confusion still muddled his own senses. Maybe she was lifting him with her vines, or maybe she didn't have to at all, or maybe it was a mix of both...

That was too much thinking for now. He stayed between her legs, then beneath them as she lifted herself up and turned around. Vines swarmed him once again, every touch against even his least sensitive places still filling him with pleasure, and as one wrapped around his cock once more, he couldn't help but shiver and moan and tense up. Soon, she got nearly into place on top of him, looking down at him from above, as her wet, nearly dripping pussy was just inches from his face...

"And as soon as I lower myself onto you... Keep going, until I tell you to stop."

He was about to tell his owner that he understood, but as her vines started stroking his erection in their tight coils once again, the pleasure turned what ultimately left his lips into merely an obedient, incoherent mumble, as he started bucking his hips upward, thrusting into her vines as they squeezed him.

While she was adjusting herself, he saw a faint glimpse of her approving smile from below before it was hidden by her chest, and as her hips lowered, as her pussy grew closer and closer, as the sweetness of its juices was inches away, filling him with anticipation, and her thighs began to press against his head, those thoughts in his head began to melt away once again.

Her pussy gently grazed his lips, and the mere touch of its juices turned every thought he had into a honeyed blur. All he wanted to do was obey, and as he began licking and kissing her pussy for his owner, and its juices took away his ability to think, her thighs rubbed against the sides of his head, approving of the job he was doing.

"Good boy... That's it, deeper..."

And he obeyed, going deeper. He kept licking, guided only by instinct and her words, with his head growing nearly empty save for obedience and pleasure, and the dripping fluid from her pussy had little left to do as it kept numbing a mind that had already turned into mush for her at only the slightest beckoning.

She kept giving him commands, making him constantly shift his technique. His tongue now deep inside her, he kept massaging her, and as the vines around his erection grew tighter and stroked him faster and harder in ways he couldn't recognize anymore, with only the pleasure bubbling through, rampaging through his body and provoking every involuntary moan and sigh and twitch and thrust and squirm it could, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, he kept licking, unaware of anything other than the present moment.

"Good boy, good boy, you can do it, just keep going... You're so close to pleasing me..."

Completely unaware of anything but the sensations filling him, his tongue and lips massaged and kissed and licked her clit, doing their best to please her, and the flush of warmth through her, a sign of his obedience succeeding, sent yet another wave of arousal through him.

He was almost at the brink of orgasm. Her vines kept ravaging his erection, pleasuring every inch with their tight embrace, stroking and stroking just as her vines pinched and played with his nipples, and more of her vines wrapped around his arms and legs. His collar tightened, and he didn't even notice how hard it was to breathe as he carried on, licking faster and faster at her command.

She kept him at the brink of orgasm as she let out a satisfied sigh...

"Keep going, you're such a good pet, you're almost there..."

Every word of praise and approval that entered his ears turned directly into pleasure. She kept him at the brink of orgasm, everything stroking and squeezing and rubbing so tightly against him, yet just barely slow enough to keep him from erupting. Her pussy tensed up with its own excitement, its nectar flowing faster and filling him with pleasure, and she slowed her vines just enough to counteract that surge, delaying his orgasm yet again...

"Almost there," she said. "Almost there... That's it, keep licking, right there..."

He kept kissing her clit as his tongue rubbed against the deepest spot it could reach, pressing hard against it and licking up and down, his aware mind so beyond empty that even as it noticed her own impending orgasm, the only recognition of it in his head was a surge of pleasure coming from deep inside him...

And then, as her pussy pulsed with pleasure, and she let out a simple, delighted sigh, taking in and letting out a deep breath, he finally came at the same time.

"Good pet... Good toy..."

Every single bit of emptiness in his head was filled with pleasure that would have shattered his thoughts had there been any left; every twitch of his erection, every spurt into the air, every single pleasurable thing she did to him made his entire body erupt in pleasure, his heart racing along even as air struggled to reach his lungs, the sensation only adding to the pure bliss he was feeling. It went on and on, pleasure blurring every sense he had into a single overwhelming force, ravaging his empty head and doing as it pleased to his body, making him shiver and moan and twitch and thrust and gasp and above all else, keep licking.

Even his body lost all concept of time as pleasure overwrote every impulse, making his orgasm go on and on beyond the point where it should have stopped, as his owner's own orgasm kept going as well, driven by the completely helpless, squirming toy beneath her. His cock kept erupting over and over, slowly emptying out everything he had, and even as its spurts grew weaker, his twitches and sounds and writhing movements were no less powerful, and his orgasm still ravaged every inch of his body, forcing it to make all those sounds and twitches and licks and thrusts that its owner loved so, so much...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

It was nighttime, and he was resting in her arms, face against her chest. He couldn't remember a thing that happened after her hips lowered onto his face, with the exception of a single sensation.

Pure, obedient bliss.

"There you are... Awake just in time to fall asleep with me," mommy said.

It was hard to speak, and when he tried to say something, to form words in his head and mutter them out through his lips, which had a faint sweetness that even now made his head feel numb when he licked them, she shushed him.

"Shhh... No need to speak. Just rest, you need to recover..."

Her commands were irresistible, and more important than anything else. It was easy to close his eyes once more, and to drift off to proper sleep as her pet...

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